now beginnings!
now that I am
patched up,
something to say,
pleasant to go
you may see me standing
in the weak winter square
fluttering
like the fingers of the wind
in a cotton shirt
you say that
I am pale
and small and tough
from growing
through a long ordeal
right you are!
I am beautiful
my backbone is
There
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