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She spread her fingers,

Across the window pane,

Slender as those we saw,

In the picture Titanic.

Oh don’t panic,

She was not on Titanic,

But talking perhaps,

To a friend,

In the excitement,

She spread her fingers,

Across the glass.

So it’s now left for you,

To imagine,

What was in her mind?

Going on.

Who had she turned on,

Or,

Was she alone turned on?