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Two hats crown her
one black, one to cover her eyes.
Two scarves drape her,
one black, one to sleep on her spine.
Two coats envelop her,
one black, one to warm her loneliness.
Two shirts adorn her,
one black, one to brighten her longing.
Two skirts hide her,
one black, one a gift from him.
Two pairs of socks tread for her,
one black, one he left behind him.
Two pairs of shoes step out for her,
both black, both for the road,
where she stands in the middle
between two banks,
both black, neither one for her.
She hangs like a tie
that slipped behind him as he left her.
She is dressed for dying
or a touch, should it come to her.
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