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1d
I smile at the girl
with hair like purple rain.

I admire the hoop in her nose.
The way it circles squarely,

unbroken by a confused identity.
She turns away and doesn't smile

back. I think my smile is a scowl,
carrying the many W's of wishes

buried in an unmarked body.
Unmarked by a woman.
Experimenting with the word - Bi-Curious
Written by
Christiana A  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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