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This girl I knew.There was this girl I knew,
Her hair all curly and strewn.
On these grounds, she was far from new,
as we all noticed her eyes of such vibrant hue.
Yet to her there was a quiet mien,
one that could never be screened.
Expressions of such silent themes,
to us it might be impossible it seems.
She always had a doll in her hands,
it's hair she could plaid in a matter of ten.
Although she would roam the street weeks on end,
No one ever knew from where she went?
Perhaps, she lived in a place beyond our land,
and left for it only when we were sleeping in our dens.
We could poke,
but she never spoke,
leaving us alone in her mysterious code.
Then one day, she caught me by surprise,
on a quiet street where people seldom come by.
Standing in front of me and staring with wide eyes.
Her lips crinkled to form an " I ..."
Just as she was about to say ...
A car honked and took my attention away.
I turned back around,
and she was gone, i found.
But there on the ground,
was the doll she guarded like a hou
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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