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Poet: With Voice
I’ve been turned inside out for
So long I’ve forgotten what I
Look like
The inward me is no longer
Formless
But conforms to a mirrored
Image I used to see
She’s happy to have been
Turned soul-ward safe from
Judgment-standards
Truth
But the Other She keeps
Asking-sometimes imploring:
When…
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