She
A woman sat upon her bed,
A barrette in her hair.
She sighed then smiled,
She must not seem riled,
She must be sweet and fair.
A woman perched upon a stone,
A flower in her hair.
She wiped her face,
She stood with grace,
She must pretend she doesn't care.
A woman poised upon a stool,
Cloth over her hair.
She listened well,
She couldn't tell,
She could ask but wouldn't dare.
A woman laid upon the floor,
Streaked through was her hair.
She saw a light,
She seized with fright,
She smiled as she was no longer there.
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