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Saturday, May 30, 2020
Forty-eight syllables
Forty-eight syllables
My spine, my vertebrae
Not altering structure
Always changing display
And yet I stand firmly
Unnoticed and untapped
My posturings feel like
Gifts already unwrapped
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