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 Oct 2019 Nikka Arabestani
Wendy
She looked out to the world,
Her fist was curled,
Her hair just twirled,
When people looked her way,
They told her, she was going to pay,
My sister May
Was born in December
I tried to be a secret agent
I smuggled the keys to your heart
Little did I know
You had changed the lock
Jesus, stop changing
whenever the lighting shifts
you chameleon
Didn’t realize the length of my hair determined what was underneath.
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