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Green eyes perceiving
A green world.
River of hair flowing
Past cities and dreams.

Skin hardened by life,
Toughened in street fights.
A force of natural beauty.
Yet so shamefully touched
By lovers without love.

Walking loney dangerous avenues.
Trying on styles to discover
What suits her but
They never do.

Were she to stop by my window
And see into my mind
I would soothe her aches
And bruises.
Yet she would soon weary

Of my silent chatter.
I'll wave with smiling tears
as you hurry past.
Your timeless impression
Stamped upon my heart.

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