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She said her name was Sky Or at least that is what I think she said When we were asked to turn to those around us And to shake hands and say good morning I thought it was a beautiful name And I have thought of it since Sunday I saw her first when I walked in the door She wasn't the first face I saw But she is the first face I remember Now that isn't entirely true Because if I was asked today to pick her out of a crowd I may not be able to I am a nervous man at times I did not stare at her I didn't even look long enough to take in the intricacies of her identity We made eye contact I nodded in greeting as I always do and continued walking I can remember the coat she wore was purple And I didn't know she would sit two seats down from me And I didn't know I would become entranced by the thought of her I fear that I fall more in love with the idea of a stranger Than I would once I know them I feel that I am a dreamer at times Though I would never admit it I know however I won't die lonely Though not without its bite, Lonliness isn't that strong to me I don't think much of it She said her name was Sky And in my nervousness I only said Good morning And I hope I see her again
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
A Girl Named Sky
She said her name was Sky Or at least that is what I think she said When we were asked to turn to those around us And to shake hands and say good morning I thought it was a beautiful name And I have thought of it since Sunday I saw her first when I walked in the door She wasn't the first face I saw But she is the first face I remember Now that isn't entirely true Because if I was asked today to pick her out of a crowd I may not be able to I am a nervous man at times I did not stare at her I didn't even look long enough to take in the intricacies of her identity We made eye contact I nodded in greeting as I always do and continued walking I can remember the coat she wore was purple And I didn't know she would sit two seats down from me And I didn't know I would become entranced by the thought of her I fear that I fall more in love with the idea of a stranger Than I would once I know them I feel that I am a dreamer at times Though I would never admit it I know however I won't die lonely Though not without its bite, Lonliness isn't that strong to me I don't think much of it She said her name was Sky And in my nervousness I only said Good morning And I hope I see her again
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
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