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Where the stars should be You’re notwhat they tell you your age is.You’re notwhat they tell you your gender should be.You’re notwhat they think of the way that you liveor the things that you door the things that you don’t.You’re notwhat your bank balancetells you you’re worth.You’re not what they tell you,what side of the… Read more
Show me a nowhere so I can run away there. Show me a nothing,emptylike the creases in a tarpaulin sky. Show me a nowhere, empty like the pleatingin a curtainora skirt or a fluffy-woven,mossy-woventapestry of tree… a ripple, running down a windowas itwhistles in the rain… rolling like a broken vessel, dying in the misty… Read more
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