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Apr 2021
there was a woman
who carried an umbrella
in sunlight or rain

faceless
in my imagination

she is still
stuck inside a wall

I'm still wrong
about her

the woman
I could never see

inside
my imaginary world

I wonder
if she created herself
eileen
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eileen
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