January 23, 2010
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She bites her lip
And looks around
Then playfully rips
Some paper she found
She shakes her foot
And picks her fingers
Then swiftly puts
A strand of hair to linger
Behind an ear, but takes it back
Twirling it round and round
Until the finger lacks life
And the hair spins, unwound.

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