I knew a girl
who wasn't there
who worn no color
in her hair,
No address
no Facebook
couldn't sew
couldn't cook,
No degree
no new news
no high heels
or running shoes,
No faded jeans
or tight black dress
but filled with love
I confess,
We would meet
in my mind
when I
was in a bind,
Wanted love
and company
indeed the perfect
girl for me,
After that
we'd sit and talk
never look
at the clock,
Then she'd go
a vapor cloud
blend back in
to the crowd ..
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