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Indiscrete (Free verse) by ecargo
Naked, it's complicated--
trophy or catastrophe?
Jazz and deconstructed motion,
hours bucked and, always, lies.
Morning's flat,
a sun slap through brocade,
and I, who am not from here,
wake, an oddball artifact,
something found.
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