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She.

girl

She is switching, I can’t stop her,

Scratching deep inside my head.

 

 

She is twitching, Now I’ve lost her,

Has she died or gone to bed?

 

 

She is singing, I’m ecstatic,

To the world I will be wed.

 

 

She is screaming, my sleeves fell,

I sold my wounds and we lay dead.

 

By Eleanor Brooks

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