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Every Seven Years

Every seven years

Every cell in her body is reborn

But she faces more changes

Beyond this door

What doesn’t change

Is his acceptance / agreement

To be wrapped complicit

Around her little finger

 

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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