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The Other


People can’t be shed like snake skin.

Even through the rebirth 

of intention, of loyalty, of love, 

there’s an Other

that lingers like a ring on a coffee table, 

a past someone

declaring power over lives

not hers to control. 

I ache for his freedom.

     –Leanne Rebecca




Poetry and music.

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