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At hello, her words bounce from her mouth like rubber balls.
Her energy seemed to be never ending.
My head rattled as I concentrated on the stream of vocabulary
Pouring from between lips set on fair skin;
Under hair the color of a sunset.
A brief interaction between two strangers
On their way to seperate endings.
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"At hello, her words bounce from her mouth like rubber balls."
I was attracted to this poem by that image - it's a very fresh, unusual image. I liked the piece. Short but with a clear image.
-Brooke
