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Comments about Eleanor Gray
Woman On The Bridge
Eyes so round and bulging,
They seemed ready to pop out of the sockets
Around them were circles of black
That were dark as mascara that runs from tears
They were not circles of artificiality
They were circles as real as the terror she projected around her
As real as the anguish
As real as the pain that surrounded her
As real as the china-doll paleness of her face
That was framed by black curly wisps of hair
Like a china doll, her hair was drawn
Away from her face in a bun or a ‘ponytail'
Was she old-fashioned or was she now?
However not in ...