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The understanding is fluid
As she is rigid
Locked within her mind
Only her eyes slant
As her thoughts spin beyond
To where she knows
Why she goes though
Her threads are not hers
Yet she weaves them carefully
But maybe its not the person
She is but somewhere inside
Not a mystery
You can’t forget her
But somehow you just don’t know her
So she grows on you
Like moss on trees
And shadows in autumn