She is the ghost of
the beauty of
the truth of
nakedness
dressed in white
carrying a grudge
and so many
of her sisters
just like her
her laughter out loud
shakes the world
with its sound
deeper than the waters
of the ocean
lighter than a feather
she appears
in the window
of the dark night
in the
company of
moonlight
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