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The way she looked at me      
The way they rocked with us
                        flocked with us
                        and mocked us

The green wall.              
Sockets with eyes in it  
Saying:                           
"I can't describe her"  
Merely at the surface    
"The way her hair..."  
Storm us at the waking.
St orm us S toa t waking t h  e
t Storm I'm  letting everything t h
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