That old queer
Willow leans bent-backed over the silvered mirror pooling at gentle slacks (or skirts); their delicate fingers trace rings that limn an ancient face. Better Narcissus with yellow hair dripping, ageless, down than Salix, whose sallow locks frame an ungendered crown; or Cypress, old knees raised up high and timeworn; polished; sage.
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