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Aug 2016
I saw a ******* the train
Sitting in front of me and she played
With her hair for a minute
Looking out the window
And then she looked at herself
In the windows reflection
She slowly moved her hand
Towards it and when the pinky
Of her hand and the reflections
Hand touched she pulled her hand
Away like she had never seen
A reflection let alone
Her own before.
Ben
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   --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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