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there is paper twisting in
her fingers, gold in her
hair. modern rapunzel with five
men weaved, collaboration at its finest.
cute button, smile sweet:
give me something tangible.
she felt his leaving wound her
like an echo. suddenly this
urgency, this fear of dying away
from home. hurry! rubber wings
and ringed grip to guide you
back to kitchen comfort wafting.
quick: gather your scattered
princes and pin them down;
tuck them in pockets familiar
to find upon your return.
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