here she is
she is the girl with the white-blonde hair, she sits one row
over, an image of stylish sophitico. she has a silent mocking
beauty, and a calm gaze and cool eyes. she makes reason look
void and silence feel noisy. what does she think? no one
knows. her thoughts are her own, her ideas locked behind lips
of a subtle pink. i don't know her. no one knows her. she sits
in silence and takes us all in, we are the crude, loud figures
in her unruffled world. where does she come from? where, when
the hour is spent, does she go? she turns her head, but why?
her hands are small and her eyes are open wide and gazing,
never fixing on any one object. what do they see? what secrets
do they keep? it is her quiet way that makes me wonder.
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