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| lisa aint it time you wrote to joanna again you know how she loves long letters (no dont email her) your fingernails: red newly painted your pen: cheap transparent it rests on your 1st finger steadied by your thumb and index finger the ring on your 3rd finger: silver and blue the shadow of your hand follows your words when you pause to wait for words the pen rests on the flesh that separates your thumb and index finger at an angle a little more acute than 45 degrees yes you pause and while you pause the pen is rolled pulled down up by your painted thumb and index finger your lips are painted: red sometimes you push the pen between your lips your lips move on the pen roll it between your tongue pushes your fingers pull the pen out when you lift the pen your bracelet falls towards the bend in your arm and you hold your arm at an angle a little more acute than 45 degrees after this and other pauses your bracelet returns to your wrist the string of saliva that connects your pen to your lips breaks hangs and your wet pen returns to the paper which is quickly covered with words |
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