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    Her pale white face
    is in ambiance
    blurred over by two black blots
    of over-sized eyes and foam.

    She travels through her apartment
    with her ears
    torn and borrowed from mistreatment
    she sulks
    as she twiddles her thumbs
    sitting alone with her binder of poems.
    
    The bodies of her two empty shoes
    are filled with a ghostly presence
    on the floor of her darkest room
    next to a mountain of cloths
    covering her phone.

    She blinks her eyes once again
    as she stares off into an empty page
    occupying only her thoughts
    with the few smudges
    of her eraser crumbs.
    
    And it’s unfortunate to know
    that here I’m sitting also
    dreaming of someone just like her
    to one day come along.








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