November 3, 2012
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Walking with invisibility
the mask of dark hair
falls so willingly

over an oval face
and listless eyes

Is she walking
to a tune in her mind?
And each step might
count out the solemn beat

of the live she lives
seven layers deep.

I can see underneath
finding beauty
in her uncertainty.

She talks of worlds
I never knew
with a sort of
unkempt truth.

There is a miracle
in her reserved touch
but my bones ache;
there will never be enough.

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