I see a girl,
	in my mind's eye.
	With long blonde hair,
	and deep grey eyes.

		I call her Jessica.

	Within the year,
	or so,
	I see a vixen there.
	Same clothes,
	same hair,
	same deep eyes.
	And double tails.

	Ideas gitter before me.

		She becomes Jessica.

	And in a moment of madness,
	I change her hair.

	Her story unfolds before me...

	I watch her grow,
	and fight,
	and fall in love.

		I transcribe.

	I come to know her well,
	the things she loves,
	the things she loathes.

	I can descrbe her to the most minute detail.

	I come to know her better,
	perhaps even than I know myself.

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		Poem © Lisa Hartsock '99 =^_^=
			[lh-chan@mechapilot.com]

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