Rust

slumpless

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Your looks will fade my love

And all the endless preening will come to naught

I was once like you

In other flames, my comfort sought

I let my fire dwindle while I stoked theirs.

And danced like a dervish and whirled through their stares.

Slow it was, the creeping decay

Which turned copper to rust

Grass to hay.

Until one day they looked no more.

And my inner workings were merely gore.

Left uncared for … my brain did rot

And thus it is….my unhappy lot.

So  dance my pretty

I’m not saying no

But keep your inner fire burning

Because your looks will go.

Originally posted May 2017.

(c) Slumpless

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