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42 lines
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category:
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- Poem
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- Rated G
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counts:
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characters_real: 537
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characters_total: 671
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file: _posts/2018-01-31-beneath-her-coat.md
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paragraphs: 5
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type: jekyll
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words: 130
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layout: post
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tags:
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- Poetry
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- Furry
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title: Beneath her coat was a whole identity
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---
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<div class="verse">
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Beneath her coat was a whole identity:
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A subtle form of ideas under soft fur,
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A constantly shifting mass of meaning...
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And somehow, she pulled it off.
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She would go for days without shedding a thing,
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And then, as if a bottle rolling off a counter,
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She would shatter, sending shards of self flying,
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And then we'd all see.
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Then we'd all see the terror, the joy,
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Then we'd all see the grief at nothing,
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Then we'd all hear her say,
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"I'm not built for a life with death in it."
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And slowly, she'd pick herself back up
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And find a brand new way to piece herself together
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And build herself a brand new smile
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And brush out her coat once more.
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</div>
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*First-place winner of the [Typewriter Emergencies Poetry Contest](https://www.typewriteremergencies.com/single-post/2018/02/13/Beneath-her-coat-was-a-whole-identity---1st-Place-Winner).*
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