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Apr 2018
She
She just sat there.
Her eyes glassy,
that condition you get from staring for long.
She blinked and a tear rolled down her cheek,
her beautiful brown cheeks,
beautiful!
Good God,
she was beautiful.
Something about her vulnerability that struck me,
I enjoyed looking at her while she starred into nothingness.
My mind oscillated between what she must be thinking
and how she must be feeling about what she must be thinking about.
My mind,
a gyroscope spinning in orbit,
dizzy i realized,
i was she.
Priscillah Mazvita Mitchelle
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Priscillah Mazvita Mitchelle  33/F/Pretoria, South Africa
(33/F/Pretoria, South Africa)   
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