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Aug 2018
Someone knocked on her door
Shaking her shawl as they thumped
And slowly she moved to see
Who could be so bothersome
Her iris inched across her window
Spotting a man bouncing upon his feet
Anxiousness infecting his face
Unable to keep his body in place
These two rhythmic observations stilled her
From moving towards the door
For what awaited her
Could not await itself
Pauper of Prose
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Pauper of Prose  M/Maryland, America
(M/Maryland, America)   
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   Medusa and Valsa George
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