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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Tapping lightly atop the desk,
Her absent-minded eyes
Stare off
Through something no one else
Can see.

Her fingers
Curl around the thin wood,
Her script
Etching into the white pages.

Startled,
Innocent eyes gaze down.

Appalled,
The pink tip seeks
To remove this blemish.

Alas,
Without prevail,
Panic strikes her soul,
Grinding pink ashes across the board.

Here lies her words,
Never be removed from herself.