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Every now and then you haunt me.
The comfort of darkness shattered
by bright, blinding light.
Vision, once obscured, returns
revealing indelible ink-stained pores.
A once blank canvas, scored.
An identity I didn't choose
expressed in a language I didn't speak
until false consciousness collapses
And bare skin is reborn.
About the Creator
Annie
Single mom, urban planner, dancer... dreamer... explorer. Sharing my experiences, imagination, and recipes.
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