past.

a ghost form

mind body spirit soul

hunger fire tears.

inside pressing

pressing exploring the interior of the 

exterior

of her new found form.

pressing

pressing

convex indentations

reversals

poking prodding

beneath the surface

to surface

and breathe anew

a what you say?

some being within

dormant

but for heartbeats

and tears

long not forgotten.



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