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  • Joanne Benedetto
  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

No reason to hide

This unbodied bride

Too airy for breath

Undying for death

As gravity fails

Against weightless veils

And force has no hand

Nor fire a brand

To mangle or mark

With muscle or spark.

 
 
 

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