Her smile was a
haystack made entirely
of needles. I'd have walked
a mile with a camel with a
broken back on my back if I
could undo the unease, or under
-ease, or prickly awkward awareness,
or whatever the hell it is
I see there, but
perhaps
telling you this
out loud
was not the way
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