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[madbibliomancer]

When you first saw her she was one pose only
in perpetual prayer for rain.
You hated her bruised muddy knees
and her eyes that only ever dare say please,
and avoided her like piety was some new disease
and good lord she might be catching.
For years she stayed and prayed where she began
incased in brittle metal skin,
the rain she prayed for didn’t come,
it would have just rusted her in.