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Polly,

i sat behind you in

art

and I hated it I hated how

my eyes noticed the way your

tongue would stick out

while you focused

and the way your forehead would

be knotted in concentration.

I hated how your masterpiece

was a face split in half:

one moiety was smiling and merry

while the other half of the face

was twisted

into one of torment and heartache.

it reminded me of you,

and I hated that.

j.c.