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it was her face
this girl’s face
i couldn’t turn away from
the face of a tolstoy heroine
with gray eyes darkened by thick lashes
a smile she couldn’t suppress
a guileless uninhibited face
that sealed the fate of poor vronsky
and led to his suicide attempt
and her later successful one
such was the face i saw today
and a story started to weave inside of me
made of fine colorful threads
while i was roaming the crowded mall
hoping to find a one-year anniversary gift
and even as i wondered if this story
could be a tragedy in the making
all loose haphazard threads of it
in spite of this or because of this
i walked up to her