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her sequined gown

(which she holds so dear)

i fear to be nothing more

than

a solid gray cloth

stained with the shine of a cold morning dew

and prisms of the sun

seen through rose-colored glasses

behind which she hides

in the balance

pretending she is not (in fact)

entirely naked

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