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Aug 2022
The grey lines etch
Her eyes, her mouth and her hips;
A blade makes contact through the fine, stone mist.
Stagnant,
Sanding down the beating end of a hammer,
Trapped shapes appear,
Revealing new ways to approach
Her eyes, her mouth and her hips.
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Isaace  M/UK
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