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Nov 2020
“I’ve washed/The front of my face.”
A mask of my flesh
made pleasantly familiar
by Strangers
who, grasping the wild
silk ribbons of my soul,
pull &

stretch each strand of me to be
neatly knitted into the
Fabric of Society.
Written by
Coire  34/M/Indianapolis, IN
(34/M/Indianapolis, IN)   
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     Hafsa S, J J and Imran Islam
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