She looked into her hands, gray with clay
Her hands, small and baby-like
Delicate as ash
Her bone-white finger was banded in gold
And a diamond.
I looked into her eyes and I saw nothing
But a...
A glazing of lead
And contempt.
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| Across from me sat a child She looked into her hands, gray with clay Her hands, small and baby-like Delicate as ash Her bone-white finger was banded in gold And a diamond. I looked into her eyes and I saw nothing But a... A glazing of lead And contempt. |
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