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What’s Left Unscarred

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/04/30

The girl goes tongue-tied, barely fit to post
what's left unscarred.
What with the hell she's seen, we thought her toast.

Ninety eight more like this of which to boast
with no discard?
The girl goes tongue-tied, barely fit to post.

She'll last a cigarette or two, at most,
relax her guard.
What with the hell she's seen, we thought her toast.

Like Chrysler, out of gas, shifted to coast, 
a cheap canard -
The girl goes tongue-tied, barely fit to post.

One can't make word from flesh when one's a ghost,
no soft, no hard.
What with the hell she's seen, we thought her toast.

Terminally spent the girl's been diagnosed,
gone fallen-starred.
The girl goes tongue-tied, barely fit to post.
What with the hell she's seen, we thought her toast.

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