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A Girl,
a palatial English face:
black, roughly scissored,
uneven hair; light eyes
she shields from the sun.
Her elbows rest on a
street cabinet, her lower
body leaning from her
inexistent breasts. The
impossible brightness
of her thin, red jumper.
Her large, golden earrings
are unbearably torrid,
and I pick up my stride;
my face blown apart by
the rattling of the years.