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curling & uncurling

she sews holes
but the wholes never come into being

purple juice of grapes
spurt from her lips; stain her pristine dress

she outlines it lovingly
her doubts reflect in the walled mirror

faith is so fragile
hence she has no use of it now, nor ever

her feet disappear in water
her head sways sideways and upwards

I uncurl my mind around her-
I am not the only one. I know I stand in line.

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