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Apr 2013
how can somebody hide in just one syllable,
you know,

how can somebody hide pieces of themselves

in the sharp way in which I fold my arms,
in the colours that i sometimes wear -

in how i try to do no harm
and the way i wear my hair,

the style of my dress
plus my thing for blue:

i'm an arrant
mess, you know,

just between
me and
you.
a syllable/structure experiment: from twelve syllables to one.

this kind of vein is the only one my words seem to want to come from at the moment. letting go/hanging on is fairly relevant right now, I suppose.
R Ryumka
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R Ryumka  england
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