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Feb 2020
cold, blue skies
crisp air
and sun in my eyes
breathing deeply amongst the crowd
I feel like an installation
in a hotel lobby
or a decorative vase
with dry arrangements

empty yet amused eyes
peer beyond me
while Iā€™m duct-taped to this pedestal
nailed into a wall
the frame of a painting
sitting in a display case.
stop ******* looking at me! (unless you mean it)
Lacey Clark
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Lacey Clark  27/F/Pacific Northwest, USA
(27/F/Pacific Northwest, USA)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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