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Sep 2018
I can’t discern between the thoughts conjured in
the empty space between our words
and those I let float out
untrimmed
unrefined.

Unapologetically, woman

unabashedly
passive I,
let your fingers trail
the cracks in my mind.

I bet
this isn’t a game of
who is listening,
but who will say the least.
elle
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