Once upon a time her scent assaulted;
sultry
sex
sensual
sin.
Now Sadness shimmers off her body in waves.
Her eyes see no sight to comfort,
Her lips speak no sound to heal.
Her skin seals her together,
Stopping the exsanguination of sorrow
While her soul splits at the seams.
Sadness is not learned;
It is earned.
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