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Becoming gold diggers, the myths, without

Sexist barbs against wooden breasts, street-smart.

You will find one day, water footprints, when

No final goodbye. No poetic apology. No introduction

In a pair, they were flying: two monarch butterflies.

It was a basic instinct. You wanted to become something-

Your thin white skin spreads on the front. The blue

The snow: Pounding the earth, trees

Less likely to be a truth, let's celebrate the healing touch

You become absent in repose..I try to rein in the