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Aug 24
Do you really know me?
Or do you know the self
You created
Out of clay
And paper mache?
Forming a joke?
A caricature?
That's so beaten down
They're afraid
To rip apart
The lies
And come forth
Like a babe
Anew?
Fresh and gleaming
And free?
Written by
Rebekah Webb
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