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Long slender fingers

Decorated with infinite jeweled rings

Oval-shaped nails

with settled-in pink coating

 

Twiddling her thumbs

playing an invisible piano

anything to keep her from biting her nails

 

Her hand is white snow

on Mt. Everest's tip

 

"Have you ever played musical notes

on Mt. Everest's sky?"

 

She looks up to my question

Locks her distracted deep ocean blue eyes

with mine.

Answering nonchalantly,

"My notes are never finished"

 

Her eyes focus,

glaze over

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