It was less savory.
The tibia breaks and you
enter into unbuttoned dress.
*
The deviance was abusive.
I cannot accept the celebration
of skin, unwrapping small Buddhas.
*
When the fear recedes, I will
move around the words―
to seek the meaning.
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Author:
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