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Gillian Mann, Australia

    My flesh is pale,
    The hair on my arms,
    But as I move my lips
    across my uncovered skin
    I am aware
    I have fur.

    I grow older.
    In the soft skin
    by my lip
    grows a hard dark hair.
    I remove it.
    I pluck it out.
    With a tweezer I press it against my lip.
    It is a thorn.