Within the shortened days, her life was trapped.
November’s chill had reached into her eyes —
The same few paths on which she’d divagate
Restricted her, amid a maze of lies

For love had done her false, and come to naught —
The recipes she’d learned had all gone wrong;
But still she would retrace the same old ways,
And hum the old and long-forgotten song

Her shoulders feel the chilly breeze, unwrapped:
She knows that she’s alone, worn-out, and trapped

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