Recognition

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A wisp of hair

perfume in the air.

A swish of skirt

a hint of a flirt.

A slowly growing smile

that may take a while.

I've seen you before

I want to know more.

Don't go away

please, stay and play.

Pretty girl, stay with me

I'll help set you free.

Girl, won't you be mine

You, who smells sweetly of pine.

Why won't anyone recognize me?

I walk through the halls,

no one says hi.

No one looks at me,

no one talks to me,

help me.

I'm so lonely.

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