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How to be Prim

Sit up But sit back. Cross your legs But look relaxed. Calm down Even though your pulse is racing. It's grey tones and red tones And soft velvet sleeves Black rimmed glasses are the surface Of dark water. A mirror with depth. A deep glass, a pond. Look her in the eyes and Say she isn't worthy. A heron standing still on A grey pond on a cold Winter morning. Even when your pulse is racing, Calm down. Look relaxed, But cross your legs. Sit back and Sit up. You can be as proper as you like, But you can never be Prim.

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