Mrs. Nobody yet

There is that same girl
dressed in black. who sits by her locker.
Quite.
Pensive? Hurting? Board?
walking with knees to high
head down, bangs always in her face
Does she have eyebrows?
How shall i know? 
How intreguing that a human can be so quite 
for so long. And sit quite for so long.
never to show anyone their true potenital, thoughs, laughs.
Maybe she just needs coaxing from that 
tortis shell she hides inside.
Maybe I can make her smile, make her seen. 
So one day I did.

we've been friends ever since. 
Picture of Treblemaker smiling to the side with a willow tree and pond behind her

Treblemaker

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    To live in a space among the stars
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    Frost

    Its fingers were hot
    and cold and
    sweet and dark.
    All at the same time.

    Sleeeeep. 

    It whispered in her ear.
    Her petals shivered.
    Its breath ran slowly
    down
    her stem and
    tickled a leaf.

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