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Apr 7
Every time she packs her bags
Or hits the road
Or takes her flight
A piece of garment falls away
Her soul stripped of its clothing

Before too long, it's all revealed
The skin that lies deep down beneath
Her job, her home, her treasures and titles
Beneath what she owns
Beneath what she knows

And so, she goes
From place to place
Traversing the earth
The same way she entered it
Escapril - Day 7
Nyaituga
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Nyaituga  Australia
(Australia)   
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