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Jan 2016
Where the thought thinks
first of itself is where the Universe
first ****** itself into existence

The old ball and chain
tethered to the ankle is not enough
for me, but it's fun to skip with

The vibrations of skin
friction beneath the fingernails
must be a sounding of the ankh

Another few days tacked on
with hardly even a thought
Cecelia Francis
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Cecelia Francis  24/Non-binary
(24/Non-binary)   
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   Jevaugn and AJ
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