The First

She’s got sad eyes when’s she’s not looking right

She moves her body like its sex

 

She’s smooth and dark like a figure in between

Like she’s underneath

She’s watching

Dirty

But not obscene

She’s wrong

Without knowing how

She writes

Like it’s about someone else

She is someone else

Cramping painlessly through her days

Spider on the keyboard

 

Ending

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