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thursday.
in the folds of my dress
I am hiding four girls
each reaching for
her corner of the world
the more they reach
the more I stretch
to accommodate
I wonder what happens
when one day
my fabric tears
at the seams
and my birdlike soul
like an eiderdown duvet
explodes
in a rain
of feathers

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It is especially impressive knowing that English isn't your first language and you still managed to write something that beautiful in English.
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Thank you so much! Emotional intensity is exactly what I'm always going for when I write poetry, so that makes me happy.
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