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Dec 2017
estela
holding a basket full of tulips

her hair in pigtails
lavender dress
porcelain skin

skin almost glass
she can break

stares at you with
her eyes closed
serious aspect

I could hear her thoughts
she's never seen the sunlight

sits on a self all day
hoping someone
will clean the dust away

estela
you finally have a name
eileen
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eileen
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