The dead send no cards on holidays

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*Slide of my Dead Mamo

Lady wild Wind
She of the Fire
and Water
Earth woman

Dangerous beauty
devouring life and
death, dealing hands
jokers wild

Sanguine mirth on
cliffs of sand
shimmy the way
over and out

You were my
everything, always
you with a smile
and glimmer

Sparkly-eyed mystic
dark tones and
low voice
Mesmeric spectacle

Oh, what a silly
lady, behind the
scene, lost,
controlled demolition

Petty, Petty is
pretty when turned
brown bruise
and bloodied sweets

Secret coffer
dirt and roots
ash and bone
you are everywhere

One day when
like this day
I found a
slide of you

So pretty pretty
how petty they
were with your
pretty crown

Mamo, I am
all that’s left
they do not see
you, as I do

The me
She in the mirror
mirror
You in Me

At first, it was
seconds, then
hours, days,
weeks, years

Sacred Sister
ashen Elder
etheric monk
Dead Mother

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