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Foreign Tongue

 
She pulls the toy penguin
from the dumpster
and smiles at it.

This is what power looks like
in its purest form.

My thoughts disintegrate
under the winter sun,
pale shadows found
on cold afternoons.

Her pose remains
in my mind.
I borrow the sadness
she discards.



Written by Atakti
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