was aged like the stars
she gestured with her hands
her eyes adjusted to time
surveying her last hours
what nature of healer are you ?
no magician and no cure can I produce save death
it solves all need to fake salves of hope
yet yields a sweet sleep in good time
for us both lady
for us both
she wagged her crooked finger at him and said in failed whispers
now do not lie to me do you hear ?
do not lie to me
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