#105 – Woman Thirty Two

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She is hiding inside of a string of words.

A bubble of thoughts.

It bursts open,

scatters characters chaotically

across a lined surface.

 

A pencil stroke erased in the dark.

It is out of her hands.

She is walking away as you read this line.

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