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How It Feels
Twisted. A sweater wrung
in a towel to dry. Gnarled.
A tree stump where leprechauns
might hide in a pot of gold. Contorted
around its center like a Chinese acrobat.
Convoluted, wound up, bent: my tongue
when speaking from my heart
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