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Day 483


I could describe someone

With long blonde curly hair

Slouched on a window seat

Composing a poem

Clicking her fingers

With painted pink nails

Before standing up

To dance around her room

With headphones on

Between the cracks

In the wooden floor

Of her cozy bedroom

Yet there’s more to her

But it’s difficult for me

To describe more than

What I see in the mirror

As she dances on by

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