Tuesday, Mar. 23, 2004/9:05 pm

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Crazy girl

with eyes stapled shut

coloured grey, a sketch of the blues

misty smudges of charcoal & chalk.

wandering through your hall-ways

watching you walk

in those impressive 5 inch heels

hot pink, to match your spark

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Passing you on a tube train

back turned from the light

you think, ponder,

just for a brief,

second,

can she see you?

& yes.

She understands,

completely.

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Avoiding busy park lanes,

the mainstream hustle and bustle.

Crowded galleries,

where you aim to shout the loudest.

A playground of beauty,

intense perfection,

unable to blend shadow with paint.

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So she taps,

on the table,

with her stubbed fingernails,

chipped and weathered varnish.

No chanel number 5.

Just potent despair, number 7.