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staring at them, staring at me
I sit there staring at them, staring at me
The girl with no worries; no responsibilities
And another girl... Slightly older with rusty earrings and an exhausted face
They are laughing, and yet I am clueless as to what they are laughing at
One hand held high, pointing to a face
Who’s face?
Blonde hair... Lighter than I remember... A lot shorter too.
An absent straightening iron
Lips cherry red and teeth. Muddled. Trying to find a way through.
From here I see blue eyes maybe green
Matching white tops. Pure.
Not tainted nor tinged by the arguments to come
The younger cannot see an independent mind failing to be tamed by one of elder experience
Who has tanned skin... slightly pinker; freckles under her smokey mascara line
Versus white, porcelain skin. Fragile.
Not yet gone to battle with sunburn on a Mediterranean beach.
Not yet gone to battle with the wind on her fathers triumph tiger
And not yet gone to battle with the pavement, while learning to ride her bicycle
Unfamiliar setting. Who’s antediluvian lifeless yet ever present arm chair?
Spitting images and parallel smiles but different shaped eyes
That aren’t phased by the flash
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