Devoid of hope, she prays and copes
a dance of marionettes.
This was not how she took her bows
when youth still laid the bets;
and fractured here amongst her peers
and strangers dressed in gray
she must resign to brokered time
as talents peel away.
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thoughts, poetic drizzle, some graphic drillings amid the melancholy wheezings of a calliope spinning to a carousel close, and a nice scalding mug of mocha to top it off.
