Conformation

The increasing burden over the years

Gradually became difficult,

So she started peeling off the layers

Watched them fall, and slowly blossom into a myriad of tiny wildflowers,

For the others to pick up, and put in their hair

The day will come when she becomes decidedly naked,

So as of now

She just makes do,

With a thin muslin robe

If we are ever accepting enough

Perhaps, one day

She might just let herself go,

And toss her tattered robe carelessly

Into the welcoming embrace of the blithering sunshine.

(You know, she possessed a beautiful pair of eyes.)

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