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liminal woman
peering into unseen spaces

stripping bare
hidden agendas
(treasure in truth)

delighting in
the scent of autumn
and violent rain crashing against

stirring love and spice
into her soup
(and life itself)

greeting the light
embracing the darkness
(like a lover)

liminal woman
seeing only circles
smiling at the boxes

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