This Solitary Girl in a Box

brilliant imperfection ___unmolded Davidian banzai natural sculpted unscathed nothing confined refined   Carvers, clippers, shapers. Language.  Night and day.   ___i don’t want to give in   withering windless leaves ___stemmed to branches gravity resisted ___that friction unresolved tension   unbanked rivers flow ____________________to everywhere deformed conformity ___losing herself her brilliance so natural so undefined... Continue Reading →

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