Cassiopeia

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Do you remember the scent

Of patchouli perfume?

Yellow flowers in bloom

Now sickly and putrid.

Do you know where she went,

The woman in the French Room

And does she know what you did?

Was she ever even real

Or just a make-believe façade

A simulacrum that God

Had no part in making?

Unmasked to reveal

A smirk and a nod

When asked, “Were you faking?”

I gaze at the stars

And ask them the question

“Have I now learned the lesson?”

But still I've no idea

How Venus and Mars

Could commit the transgression

Of eclipsing Cassiopeia.