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The weight of a veil meant for vain shoulders
pass onto me, through me
threw me like a bolt of crushed-quiet lightning in a board room,
scheming and festering, full of faces
with smiles too big and skin too tight.
This tribe is my brand to bear, now
straining my voice and stealing my air,
thin as their disconcerted expressions
painted on their sallow plastic sheet heads.
They look how I...
Monday 8th June 2015 1:48 pm
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