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Sep 13
Joy if not addressed,
in youth, grows heavier,
seamless like egg yolks,
and later reshapes
into a desire.

This emptiness
is half-naked
half-shy,
vivid yet unclear
mewling till death.
Zahra
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Zahra
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     Irelyn Thorne, Zeno and William A Gibson
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