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Civil

No matter what you do they won’t look good
school skirts
Even when you twist/bend them from the top
narrow them they won’t change
Always that same mouse-like grey

You know what effortful difference is
Following how many generations 
It is also a bit of your girlhood 
you’re looking at, (that) domestic mad

Civil moments are still hard
And it requires very miserable effort
What we call being oneself

It is your first blow the grey school skirts

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