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Guitar Girl

She plays guitar 

She writes songs

She lives not far

And I could stay there all day long

She ties back her hair

And hides her insecurities 

I rode

Down your street

The other day.

It’s always

Going to be

Your street,

Even though

And with the Emerald and brown depth
Knowledge pervades
Foreigner walking long, restless paths
Can refresh their tongues
In your depth

And with her books 

In her bed 

Came waves 

Over deck 

And her tired body 

Went to sleep 

calm