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Oct 2014
pumpkin orange fall fiery hair
gentle as she makes a way
to a seat behind me

headband pulled high
showing her small round face
lips pursed    she waits

with her little backpack, tattered and worn like my soul
on the bus across town
she wore the saddest eyes i'd ever known


thinking to myself
she must've looked
near the way i felt . . .

big doe eyes of soft sky blue
i wanted to cry
( felt see through )

i wanted to try & cry
Me ,   here with my hands
And Her ,  there with those eyes
lookin for more work today and
wrote this on the back of a resume'
...not really sure of what good it'd be
but thought this would be a good place to leave it for now
and i'll look back at it later to see what it sounds like again
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   Barbra Ann and stéphane noir
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