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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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Date: 9/15/2012 9:47:00 AM
This is really interesting, to see how she changes simply by your observations of her on the street. The last two lines SHOW us instead of tell us what happens and that's great poetry.
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