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         Over circling birds?
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+<p><em>Thanks to C.M.</em></p>
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+<p><q class="comment">First-place winner of the <a href="https://www.typewriteremergencies.com/single-post/2018/02/13/Beneath-her-coat-was-a-whole-identity---1st-Place-Winner">Typewriter Emergencies Poetry Contest</a>.</q><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
+<div class="verse">Beneath her coat was a whole identity:
+A subtle form of ideas under soft fur,
+A constantly shifting mass of meaning...
+And somehow, she pulled it off.
+
+She would go for days without shedding a thing,
+And then, as if a bottle rolling off a counter,
+She would shatter, sending shards of self flying,
+And then we'd all see.
+
+Then we'd all see the terror, the joy,
+Then we'd all see the grief at nothing,
+Then we'd all hear her say,
+"I'm not built for a life with death in it."
+
+And slowly, she'd pick herself back up
+And find a brand new way to piece herself together
+And build herself a brand new smile
+And brush out her coat once more.</div>
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+<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
+<div class="verse">Disvolvu mian haŭton el mia karno
+Verŝu mian sangon el mi kiel vino
+Prenu mian vivon, tenu ĝin sub via lango:
+    Amara pilolo por gustumi
+
+Bruligu min, entombigu min poste
+Loku ŝtonon super kie mi kuŝas
+Lasu tempo manĝi vian memorojn pri mi
+    Lasta peceto por gustumi
+
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+
+Unwind my skin from my flesh.
+Pour my blood from me like wine.
+Take my life, hold it beneath your tongue:
+    A bitter pill to savor.
+
+Burn me, then entomb me.
+Place a stone over where I lie.
+Let time eat your memories of me:
+    A final morsel to savor.</div>
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