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Sep 2022
and she emerges, her wings
taking shape into the spring of youth
a crimson butterfly painting with her blood
against your words of expectation.
she is
                 beautiful,       free.
deciding against the whims of men
so intent on criticizing her very nature.

and she becomes the sun, burning brightly with her blade.
"she is a blade, she is the sun, she is woman.”

note: part three of “the shape of a woman” being posted backwards.
Aer
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Aer  21/F/a state of limbo
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