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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.
LINDO MEU!
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