Glass

This one's for you, friend who's far away (and perhaps for me, too). 

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She slips like a silver-finned swimmer

between words and expressions, 

secrets and confessions, 

threads the needle of doubt

with the barely heard 

and the scarcely seen,

 sews her own soul tight 

with the knowledge that 

change is going to come, 

always for the the ones 

that her hands clasp softly

as they smile and move away

 never sure if it will come for her someday.

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