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a sheet of glass separates two girls, the same. thick, coffee ground hair, longest strand- jaw length, sometimes in perfect ringlet, but only when the sun decides to sleep through the day and lets the clouds cry over the city. chlorine pool eyes, but never watery. instead, they sound like leaves cracking underneath boots. straight eyelashes and arched eyebrows frame them like an oil painting. spindly arms hang loosely at sides. often, they do not know what to do with them. rings on their fingers talk when their mouths do. lithe and lissome, they can feel their ribs, but their thighs are thick and in love, touching always. they stand,

I look past the mirror whenever I can, but today I can't look away from the person reflected in the slightly fogged glass that doesn't always show the image clearly, but it's clear enough. Hair that can't settle for one colour or another, shades of blonde overlapping and blending like streams of thought that only connect to each other by thin strings. Fringe brushed to one side, a curl in it from where I always tuck it behind my ear. Just a little thing, and I don't know if anyone else ever notices it. Heart-shaped face, wide forehead (clever girl, big brain, large skull, perhaps? It's an explanation, even if it's nonsense), high cheekbone