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Another night spent
alone and pondering this
abstract thought and woe
she sits in her small
living museum - every
thing with a meaning
a purpose for just
existing in its space. Thick
tights and a jumper
dress keep her warm. A
messy hair-do and painted
nails. Halfway ready
for anything. She
ponders if she is in fact
ready for her life
to really begin.
Copyright ©
Alison Jane Hoare
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