There's a girl seated in front of me
And she's really dream-like pretty
With her short cropped hair
The songs are playing, and she's smiling
Without a care
My heart adores her eyes,
Gleaming like gems in the sand
Her back down
The fluent flow of the pen with her swift, moving hand
The golden tan of her skin
Pink lips with chapstick
Her looks intoxicating, as if I've fallen in
The prelude of illusion, by my eyes made fake
But in a flash I divert my gaze
And turning back, vanished without a trace
But that moment of short-lived passion
Left me in a lapse of sensual infatuation...
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