two
words fall
like transparent confetti
thoughts drip to dryness
like commentary
in character with masks
like outfits
not original or new
steal. stolen. stealing
pondering
cold insinuations
quietly filling files-
closing cases
moving away from what
will leave. Me
dancing freely
staying shut
as potential
enemy
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