...that just tumbled out of my head the other day. I found it interesting the way lots of people see "Ana" like a person, and this peculiar poem appeared:
Ana Reksia Moved next door. She swapped the rugs For Parquet floor (So I could hear her every footstep), And tapped Morse Code On the wall.
B-e M-y F-r-i-e-n-d
Whispered secrets, Only we two know (I told her everything) And watched her hang Soft scarves of silken curtains In the windows.
She put her thin white arm Around me (Her hair smelt of cut grass, and Boundless dreams) Said “I can help you to Be what you long to be”.
But Then she went out And danced ‘till three, Left me crying on the settee (smothered in thick slabs of sorrow) As she laughed, with Prettier friends; Skinnier friends;
Than me.
A little strange but I felt a bit better after I'd written it!
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