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She is perennially human
pliable as grass.
She has lived
a captive of love
in the open
where bullets
inaudibly chill.
She is strong
like a little girl,
her heart
refusing any color
but green.
She lets herself in to you
with the key you lost.
(C) Eric Ashford June 08
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