what about

what about her 

makes a large circle of no one 

around her?

What about her 

is like a field  where no flowers grow

no one she would like to know 

would like to know her, 

no one approaches 

and except for those 

who have no choice 

tied to a kitchen table

she is alone .

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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