corner
bespeckled There sits a curious girl-
who doesn't even bother to glance up at an intruder's presence.
She stays in her cold corner,
tracing her fingers across the ground,
searching in her dusty figures
that only thing that brings her comfort now.

She doesn't even care to acknowledge the intrusion.

She doesn't even bother looking up.
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Cicero In the corner,
The backseat too,
I steer and command
How I thought of you.
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