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UNOMA AZUAH
In Us
She arrived from the corners of a metal door hard and bleeding... She has many maps on her mind...maps that lead to falling edges edges frail like the ache on her back frail like the frown cracking into roads and boundaries Boundaries and Barricades She can't tell a hedge from a fence But she re-arranges boundaries for when they become encroaching walls to lines, so thin, they blur under the sun She is a woman, old with lines, burdened by boundaries She is a woman sitting in the corner of a loud life And she gathers her rags like she gathers her fears in the face of a gathering a storm.
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