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White flowing gossamer gown
Cobalt flowers
in hand
On this day the cold canyon is
buz[zzzz]zing
Bells ring
Commitments
Women have no wildness in them
A signal spilling fire
But they will never know that
The wide wild embrace
They would never understand
They would never
Would they?
A growing form
?Another life
Is this what I want?
Is this what he wants?
Or is this what they want?
Oh god
No
White flowing gossamer gown





Out the window
Feathers trailing…………………………..





Blowing in the wind
Fading
Gone .





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