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homage to la scapigliata (da vinci)


The world envies her beauty

Drinks in her smile, scoffs at her hair


They say,

    “She’s a fragile glass doll,

        a haunting siren,

            a ghostly myth”


But now she is

Sleeping soundly where she doesn’t have to worry

about life

or grace

or love

or friends


but just

forget

and forget

and forget


about those struggles of being a girl

                                                an angel

                                                a goddess


and never know what the men and women think of her

just let it


die




as she sleeps, she wonders if her beauty is a guise

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