the girl without a name
I use to know a girl, maybe you know her too. She was the ultimate definition of subtle; her mind, her heart, her eyes , her spark. Hearing her speak was really a treat. just imagine the euphony of the ocean waves crashing against each other, wrapping up in perfect tune. Her favorite thing to wear was a smile, but you never heard her laugh. She seemed to come off timid avoiding eye contact, but I got a glimpse of the gaze in her eyes, so bewildered and afraid. Thats what those big brown eyes said the day we almost met. she seemed to be hiding or possibly lost.
I think she was in need of a friend but I never got the courage to ask her for her name.
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