Sometimes

Sometimes, I catch glimpses of her confident smile,

and chin held high

Shoulders to bear the weight of the world,

as though it might be a feather

A laugh, charming in innocence,

seductive in wisdom

She hangs in my closet,

tags attached

Waiting for me to try her on

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