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Post by gypsy on Jul 4, 2023 11:33:02 GMT -5
i
dressed
under a cotton swabbed sky
i fly
over an inuit snowed tide
naked
am ii
naked?
i slip into one of my skins
i be come someone
dressed
undressed
you know not who i am
a door knock
i am we who knows not
a-costumed
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Post by agrimmeer on Jul 8, 2023 10:12:31 GMT -5
born in the moment feet blend with their earth, hair with its air,
recollected— reacquainted— in homecoming.
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Post by gypsy on Jul 20, 2023 14:05:29 GMT -5
naked
i slip into one of my skins
i hyde
i be come someone
dressed
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 20, 2023 22:02:07 GMT -5
the naked sunrise bathes your skin in aloe beams
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Post by gypsy on Jul 21, 2023 11:08:57 GMT -5
undressed
you know not who i am
a door knock
i am we who knows not
a-costumed
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 21, 2023 12:33:54 GMT -5
disrobed in a fit of femininity i bow in allegiance to you unflagged
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Post by Bromanoph on Jul 21, 2023 17:22:34 GMT -5
Perfectly succinct and powerful in its minimalism.
Much Love, Brom
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 22, 2023 19:18:16 GMT -5
Love seeing your offerings put together in such as way as to include those whose anima supersedes their animus. Brilliant my friend, just brilliant.
John
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 23, 2023 14:03:59 GMT -5
Here is a slight adjustment to my original:
disrobed by your fit of femininity i bow in allegiance to you unflagged
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Post by luvleerenee on Aug 16, 2023 21:48:20 GMT -5
Undergarments trampled underfoot like so many mascarade masks while jekyll heckled hyde, hiding in plain sight amid q-tips dipped in white,
scattered
forever asking am I me or did we become one another tethered to each others balloons
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