Tonight in the elevator from the light rail station I saw a beautiful young lady. There was a novel hidden in her eyes. The foreword was in the way she wore her hair. Her half smile hid the afterword.
I didn't talk to her. This was for the best. We just rode the elevator together, along with three other people.
Tonight in the elevator from the light rail station I saw a beautiful young lady. There was a novel hidden in her eyes. The foreword was in the way she wore her hair. Her half smile hid the afterword.
I didn't talk to her. This was for the best. We just rode the elevator together, along with three other people.
Elevator Girl
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