Her

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    Her
    The girl talks but is ignored

    She tries to move and get attention

    She is ignored

    The girl had friends
    At one time
    They were two faced, their stories were undid

    I am her
    She is me

    Where are they?

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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