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She then had me for helping her. For a moment she was absorbed in contemplating me, she appreciated my height, my long hair and she was curious where a young girl like me, was going alone.
By Terry Collett
A WOMAN LEAPING TO HER DEATH IN NEW YORK.
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3