Social Seer
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CATEGORY
life
feeling it unintentional automatic
though reveling in it
as if she were committing a
sudden felonious act,
she walks toward the city lights,
oblivious of destinations,
of the many prices on
her body in the future,
of the closed barter between
her and a mirror someday,
of the cry in her heart
that will fail to wake her dead
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