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Mar 2022
it slips
and it dips.

it falls
to the wayside,
like clothing
on the floor
or brown hair
on a pillow.

it waves
in piles
of misplacement
that crash
and fall,

rippling
and blurring
from one day
to the next.
Written by
Ashlyn Rimsky  25/F/Philadelphia
(25/F/Philadelphia)   
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