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my girl
heaves sighs every now and then
after an eon of stasis
works long hours
gliding through
the mazes with
manic gusto
shows grit
immense
gumption
saves money then buys
things that in weeks
begin to smell like
cobwebbed memories
within familiar
corners in the
memory lane
came here to become
a starlet one day
do meaningful art
akin a brown bunny
or may be a la
hedy lamarr
ah that cliched
cliche of a life
my poor love
still here
making rings of smoke
then lurching out
in acrobatic
leaps without
a safety net
withering
wasting
sigh
.
two different parts can be read here:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/70421-my-girl/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/70247-my-girl/
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