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when she got home she hid the packet of dirt deep in the stomach of her closet she put the planet earth underneath her socks in the cosmos of her jewelry box
she needed to fix her makeup
in the mirror of her vanity she thought of the whole world tangled in the wonderful tackle box
from the saddle of her fingertips she fiddled the riddle of ideas
in the moon face of her reflection she pondered the meaning and if she needed it she could have the world in her hands
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