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had a a pair  
of green eyes    
pink lips  
small breasts  
   
they always stood in attention  
   
damn right    
she belonged in philosophy class  
   
an elf who always wore blue    
thought herself to be a mermaid    
she drove a blue corolla    
from the 80s  
   
panties were always white    
without fail  
   
they could be seen  
every time she bent down  
to pick up her heavy books  
   
ah yes she was clumsy  
   
no syndromes and stuff  
just that she was  
a little lost  
a lot dreamy    
   
had beautiful hair that    
kissed her thighs  
when she glided  
oblivious  
   
that sure made heads turn  
   
the first time we met it was    
in fact a question that asked me  
if i was blind  
damn girl had bumped into me  
while walking with her mind    
elsewhere    
   
probably a place with  
horses and greenery and shit  
   
i mumbled a sorry    
feeling sorry for her almost    
sorry life in the bad ass world    
where we lived  
   
next time we almost bumped again  
but i stopped midway  
we had a rough brush    
   
she was wearing no bra  
   
did not see her for sometime  
then i heard her daddy was not well  
fair enough  
   
one evening in the library    
while studying melmoth the wanderer  
saw someone disheveled  
sobbing  
   
it was her  
her daddy was dead    
the girl was inconsolable  
   
rushed towards her    
cupped her face  
hushed her  
   
she stared at me with    
her tea cup eyes  
they had enough sorrow  
to capsize a christmas  
   
lifted her from the ground    
aching  
   
love at first sight  
damn right    
saw her then  
   
the real her  
   
the lingering effects of    
poor nutrition from earlier    
still showed in her at places  
like her jutting ribs    
pale skin never kissed  
by the sun  
   
i saw all of this as    
she ripped her clothes  
almost crushed my neck  
with  her tiny hands  
   
it was her first time    
she wanted it such  
that would create a black out  
   
she wanted a portal  
fair enough  
   
joined her in muffled yelps in minutes  
both riding tidal waves of pain  
originating somewhere    
deep within  
   
that evening i saw  
a miracle happen  
   
lisa had her first climax    
she was delirious shuddering in    
small bursts of red    
slept on my chest afterwards  
like a baby inside an incubator  
   
my selfworth sky rocketed  
you could tell  
   
though could not walk  
for almost a week  
a part of me turned purple  
was left with a bit of a scar  
   
noone saw her again  
   
she had left her course  
   
i wish she had left a thank you  
or even a grand for that night  
   
cause silence hurts like  
no damn thing  
   
may be she took a chunk of    
something else leaving it  
scarred  
   
got fooled again  
   
damn