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Changeling

She is a guest in this house.

When she is here my eyes turn green and I feel I know who I am.

People admire my beauty and the illuminating calm.

I could pretend that I own her. I could pretend she is me.

But as my eyes turn back to brown, we both know

she is only a guest in this house.


 
Fiction

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