Eyes like earth,
still shining,
sparkling under the sunlight,
with a strand of silver hair across her stare,
watching herself in the mirror,
reminiscing upon the days when her mane was raven.
There were so many days inside of her,
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so many minutes that made her melt into waterfalls of wanting,
typhoons of tears,
cyclones of contentment.
The tap dripped,
each drop,
a delicate rhythm,
and all alone, in the bathroom,
she began to dance.
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