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Mourn of bone
A crisp loss
Beneath leaves
Of melancholy
Her broken
Unbeautiful countenance
Scrapes the plain
Rocky undersides
Lichen-stuffed grubs
Loll and gag
On unexpected light
Sweat aged defiance
An expectancy of alone
Long forgotten
Rotted sinew and hair
Dangles the yellowed skeleton
Pushing on skin
And fat
To unrecognizable mounds
Left alone
By masses
She
Has become
The forest floor