A Natural Disaster of a Woman

She can’t seem to remember
each day she passed another.
windmill twisting from her force
twisting to change her course
let flames like the riverside
allowing time to bide

Can she pick which one
to follow, chew her out, leave her hollow
Can she see which person
will leave her just for fun
no more passings, no more toys
no more people she enjoys

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