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their eyes blow through her as she tries to speak pad pad pad on mumble feet her eager as a candle walk

is pulled and wrenched by the wind their eyes are on her as she tries to place each wide unwilling

fluent as a puddle word in precisely the right slippery order on the floor their eyes are vacant air around her

as she tries to balance teeter totter high Look she is forming a sentence! on a single long tight-ropey line

heading babystep babystep for a silence waiting without hands on the other side of the room


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