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An Older She

Updated on September 23, 2016

An Older She

How is it you see me, I thought there nothing left to see.

It’s been some time now I’ve been residing in hiding, fabled and free.

So eloquent so verbose, pretty pessimism, how you lie to me.

Fear now you see me, recriminations now you don’t.

Yes, it’s been some time now I’ve been residing in hiding, fabled and free.

This tailspin, this free fall, my dervish whirls.

No! Stop! You find me twice shy, oh but the spice in the crook of your neck, my my.

I am no Violet, I do not shrink, and coquettish I could never be.

So are you sure? Be very sure, that it is going to be me.

For here’s the feminist rub, it appears I don’t wish to be residing in hiding, fabled nor free.

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