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she sits quietly, glowing with the stuff that smiles are made of
though her teeth remain well hidden.
her mismatched clothes don’t speak as loudly as the way she looks around the room, soaking in you and I
and wrapping us up in coloured streamers from her eyes
she turns slowly, moving her whole body rather than just her head and she speaks as though there’s nothing else left to say
and there's nothing left to say when you're here
though her teeth remain well hidden.
her mismatched clothes don’t speak as loudly as the way she looks around the room, soaking in you and I
and wrapping us up in coloured streamers from her eyes
she turns slowly, moving her whole body rather than just her head and she speaks as though there’s nothing else left to say
and there's nothing left to say when you're here