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Aug 2023
on the cusp of tears too stubborn to fall
like vines cascading down her cheeks
fruits of her eyes fall
warm brines
drawing her into awakening
she feels . . .
but then
. . . she doesn’t


Β© Mahogany Ree
8-24-23
Written 3-16-22
Mahogany Ree
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Mahogany Ree  43/F/Not Where She Is
(43/F/Not Where She Is)   
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