rozmova (rozmova) wrote in girlpoets,
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To All the Girls in the World

Her worries worsen when her back
Is turned. In perfect words, she learns
Thier whispers make her nervous.
She learns to trace the walls and face
The girls--to never turn--and track
Her way home backwards.
Reversed into a bed at night
That isn't hers: she'll bed her back
To never let it burn.

Add me! rozmova
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