acting out, she knows
shes hungry for attention,
and impatient, she pretends,
playing with half-loves,
and lives instead in panic
of time she spends alone,
of affections bitter throws,
of her own inclinations
working against themselves
through all her nervous antics,
but still the hours pass her
and do their work indifferent
to the tearless reflection kept
company at in the mirror,
running a finger across lips
and shutting out everything















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This was Sparta...
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This was Sparta...
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