Perhaps it was the way she stood
with one hand on her side
One foot just ahead of the other
And her hips slightly lilting
Perhaps it was the long black hair
That fell all the way
to the middle of her back
And was thick and dark as ink
Flashing like velvet
in the morning sun
Maybe it was the tight jeans
Maybe it was the way the sad young eyes
looked at me shyly and knowingly
that gave her thatĀ heartbreaking

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