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Feb 2011
here you are, you crept in and watched my skin peel
watched as i placed it  gently in neat stacks to the side
you're looking, still gazing, judging if this is right or real
edging close ever silently, you move with an effortless glide
there is no logic in this, it's not linear, no rhythm heard
just something shed quietly in an instant, let upon the world
Written by
Jane Doe Erin O
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