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The Woman Who Chose Her Own Form
In that not so future time
of enhanced electronic norm
there was in those bright networked lands
a woman who chose her own form.
He who hid behind a thousand
variations of perfect beauty
looked with fear at one who would choose
her own physical reality.
But fear turned to fascination
and to a shaking of foundations
and to years in her ample presence
free from sensory computations.
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