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Nina
Why do you look at me?
Are you a cat?
Am I a fish?
Are we old friends who have never met?
Am I a puzzle?
Are you a gypsy child?
Who is the valley, and who is the view?
I have seen you dancing, yet your dark hair is a mystery to my hands. All I know are these two things. I am many miles down the crooked road from your expanding galaxy, but spring makes us think like beginners.
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