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Sep 2012
Ripped silk scarf rests on your shoulders
Messy brown hair clumped in dirt
Bright crystal eyes stare blankly
Slender fingers play with slender fingers.

Knuckles knock on the wooden door

Your **** legs cross
And your arms too, defiantly
Your blank eyes focus

Knock knock
Written by
Connor Thomas
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