Watch how you touch her
She’s open and free
Becoming who she is
Finding out how to be
She lives from her essence
No mask fools the world
There’s no scrim up yet
Just her, unfurled
So much ahead
Her whole life to begin
If you love her, take care
She’s got paper-thin skin.
Life On The Skinny Branches 
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