Invisibility has its consolations
You see, perhaps,
the folding of skin
You do not know
the rich and secret
dolls within
I’m every age I’ve ever been
while you are merely
young and thin
Liana Joy Christensen
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Showing posts with label Liana Joy Christensen poet. Show all posts
Monday, April 26, 2010
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