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Aug 2010
she
nakedly ****
she stumbles forward
toward the gaping eyes of the unadored

naked in her joy
dancing naked in her ******

looking at me
sitting in the shadows
and smiling

as she goes forward
unto fate

onward and upward
to the hills

where the unadored await
Written by
jeffrey robin
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