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Four Day Weekend
Four Day Weekend Thursday night I'm home and in the door, The airlock to my private little sphere. My boyclothes are my space suit I must wear Outside, to keep me safe from airlessness And hostile rays. Now I can be secure From judging eyes and foolish rules That make my life not better in the least. Now safe, I peel the outer shell away, Select a skirted suit and slingback pumps. This is the true expression of myself That all the outside world will never see. I wash away the...