The Solitary Simper
Searching for substance
an abandoned tire on a dusty road
supple animosity; perpendicular complexity
a season's ode to joy
and a Rumpelstilskin smile
A fairyland has no sleight hand
It's towers grace the enchanted limestone skeleton
an ember's trace; an ash embrace
as doe's skin's wrapped in linen
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