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Nov 18
A white sheet hung on the wall,
to reflect back scenes,
from a projection of your choosing.

A canvas
for the drama, war, or comedy
of your inner world.

My form, my purpose
is inconsequential
in your bleeding need.

A public screen
A fantasy machine

And when your fiction is over,
I am as I've always been.
Xiola
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Xiola  41/F/Lismore, Australia
(41/F/Lismore, Australia)   
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