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Dec 2016
a lost girl arranges in her room
                 her dress, with stillness,
                 she pushes her tongue
                 against small kitten teeth

outside the lift groans and bangs,
                lights burn shapes
                of flats and stairs;

this is a place to circle in,
                to return to,
                never to leave,

she is sediment, a line of ash,
                a failed escapee .
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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   Doug Potter and mickey finn
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