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I saw this girl on the bus

when I was heading back home

and she was so beautiful

that I felt like writing again.

she had those eyes

looking far away ahead,

staring at something,

at nothing,

not even blinking,

as in a trance, dreaming

but still awake.

she had this mouth

constantly opening and closing,

mumbling without speaking,

like singing in silence

or whispering a prayer.

she had no make-up on her face

save a melancholic look of grace

of one who gained

but mostly lost

and knew that all meant just the same.