Ms. March

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She, in her warmth
Feels without question
As a cool cloth to the forehead

The solar flare she wears
Increasingly into the night
Declares darkness no longer a dread
But a mystery to move through
Past the lesser light
Back to dawn’s delight

Revolve ‘round her
Thrive with her
She, in her warmth

Neutrals

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What the taupe has taken
We spend day after day examining
Seeking some rose-gold undertones
Finding only frayed edges
Tarnished brass rings
Muted seasonless neutrals, at best

Calling all consultants
Fashionistas and friends
Feel in our stead
Cheerlead our heads
Bring in the gloss
Repurpose the lost

Altered

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If I 
Must feel but
Stay silent outside
With wide eyes
With fine heart 
And pen for my sword 
Will you

If you 
Must come but
With honor toward me
Stay farther
Stay shorter
And slay me no more
Will you