She leaned once again
On the invisible wall
Gracefully tucked her polka dot shirt
Under her waistband
No pain, seen on her face
Her eyes talked beautifully
Lashes groomed themselves
She touched her soul
With her bare hand
She shrank slightly
In her visible self
And left her smile
In the mirror
2 comments:
she's alone, is she?
She needs a company.
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