A SPINSTER'S PRIDE

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2002 Poetry

your eyebrow can reach the sky

as if you embedded wings on its sides

sank in the depth of self-importance

too possessed with one's own persona

you lay ludicrous standards and ethics

maybe to wrap your own lack of belief

so you say no man can match your aura

but as the sun bade you adieu

you paint your sky with maudlin lube

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