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ON THE STREET
I noticed her, she looked well bred
Enthusiastic eyes, sand wiped skin, dark
Trying hard to look casual
Then I saw her, looking thin
Worried eyes, forced smile, walking
Trying to look casual
One day she stopped me, asked me for a light
Flirtatious eyes, looking bright
She passed a casual remark
A year later I saw her, well bred with a black eye
Sitting on a door slab with a cigarette
I passed by, looking casual
I passed her by for days and nights
Until one night, two nights, she was gone
©david byrne sept ‘12
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