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The Lilac Mannequin

You stare at me in a lilac dress with
your excoriating glimpse of the eternal
womb! A silver, a silver, a glitter of
seasoning and you stare.

 

A tragedy mistakes me, yet Destiny’s
biggest tragedy remains with your breathless
stares—and I, too, a breathless woman in labour.




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