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Her Own Self-Imposed Purgatory

folded into her own crinkled wrinkled newsprint self, delight and enthusiasm rapidly dissipate Torn pieces of herself languish in her own self-imposed purgatory joyless, she sees nothing of her former light. In greyscale, her essence waits in anguish for the return of self.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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