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Oct 2014
Xe gazes numbly at xyr feet;
conveniently topping off xyr arms
shaped like a wispy orb.
Xe swipes at a purple fruit,
The fruit stands still,
and xyr hand slips through;
*Why couldn't I have been born tangible?
mary robb
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