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Ivory Towers
This is not my first burial.
I used to pray
while wearing painted clothes.
Now I don only dull sin cloth.
All my favors devoured
within the walls of desecrated ivory towers.
I
not quite elderly,
yet my youth entirely spent.
A mirrored encounter,
my history sung
within the moth-eaten pages of a diary.
Youthful yesterdays bound for discovery
laid out fine and
set on repeat.
Lessons doomed for duplication
throughout all my ages.
For I have yet to absorb
that when all manner of positive things
are finally fulfilled,
all will be returned to me.
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