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Sown

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It came �
Crashing down like � �
An avalanche in slow motion � �
Steady and merciless � �
Hovering in the � �
Stillness and � �
Staleness of air � �
The scent of her womanliness � �
No longer as ripe � �
The high no long as exhilarating � �
Once a fine sugary plum � �
Now a bitter prune � �
Dried up like the options � �
She thought she'd � �
Always have � �
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But no one � �
Ever told her � �
Not her mama..not her auntie � �
No one told her � �
That time was never � �
On her side � �
No one taught � �
Her about the seasons � �
A woman will go through � �
The inevitable change � �
She will have to endure � �
And reconcile � �
On her own terms � �
After the cacophony from � �
The echo chamber � �
Of youthful incognizance � �
Finally died down � �
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Now she feels � �
The deafening silence � �
Beyond the hive where � �
Another life was waiting for her � �
Weighted with memories � �
Of a would be suitor � �
The one who cherished her � �
Who really had her best � �
Interests at heart � �
The one whose company she � �
Didn't learn to appreciate � �
Until nature began to exact its � �
Toll on the voluptuous body she allowed � �
The thrill a minute men � �
To use up at their leisure � �
Chasing phallic pleasure past � �
Her prime as time slipped further � �
Down her hourglass � �
Frame � �
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The hot summer � �
Turned into a chilly fall � �
In the land of cause and effect � �
As the consequence � �
Of willful and woeful ignorance � �
Came home to roost in � �
Wistful thoughts � �
Leaving her alone with � �
No one to look � �
Beyond her eyes and � �
Validate her other feminine values � �
Feeling unnoticed..irrelevant � �
Going through the � �
Motions of her 9 to 5 existence �
Destined to sleep � �
Through the harsh winter �
In a king sized bed � �
With no king beside her � �
Just a drink..a dildo � �
And the company of her � �
Demons dancing on the embers � �
Of her seething regrets � �
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