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Maya
Poems
Jun 2013
PRETTY GIRL I DIDN'T GET TO KNOW
I had work so I
took the train to
Sacramento.
There was a beauty
on the train with
red lips and a petite frame.
She sat beside me,
and called herself Lea,
and smelled of flowers mostly.
I wanted to kiss her lips
and hear her heart beat
and grab the fabric at her hips.
We both got off in Sacramento
but she went right and I went left
and that was the last of the pretty girl I didn't know.
I watched the car hit her
I rushed to her side,
but it was too late; she already died.
(qtsp)
Written by
Maya
California
(California)
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