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the word came involuntarily,
others were stuck, yet i knew
them to be beautiful, and
so they are.
carefully we drew her out
all tidy with reason, wearing
us down
our work
our soul
is in
our chest
some of us manage
to be vulnerable as naked
in private

some need holding up
in sight from my window
so,
must we write about it before we forget,
before  people come and disagree?

they have small waists and a  national costume
my goodness
such a thing to see while out
and about

such a high up place to be
slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.
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