~ t h a t g i r l ~

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Sometimes,
people stay in my mind.

People I don't know,
strangers,
strangers I've never exchanged a word with,
but strangers I somehow won't forget.

I remember that little child,
with her headphones,
her cute bangs,
her dreamy eyes,
dancing across the schoolyard.

I remember that young woman,
colorful hair,
shabby chic clothes,
expression full of life.

I even remember that elderly man,
his hat,
his coat,
his leather bag,
his ever so slightly limping steps.

All those people who stay in my mind,

and sometimes I wish,
oh I really wish

for someone
to spot me,

my golden necklace,
my black ankle boots,

and even weeks later,
they'll think:

Oh yeah, right,

I remember that girl.

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