I saw sparkle on her eyes
while sweat rolls down
her cheeks turning red
I give her a tiny wave
makes her lips moves
so soft under audible
I smile as if I do hear
she picks her things; hurry
man waiting for her at door
not happy, I heard a growl
he could have been nice a bit
people are watching; what if
one makes an issue, interfere
I keep myself calm, I wink
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