Look At Me

January 11, 2011
Through two
She’s outside at three
In the wind
Her hair blows
Her heart is torn
Alone she begins to sew
It back together
She is by herself now
She looks up into the clouds
She sees their faces
She can’t decide
All in different places
Her friends are of a diverse breed
She doubts they see
What she’s feeling

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