Who is she?
Is she meeting someone?
She sips her coffee quietly
As if she wants to run.
Where is she from?
No one knows the answer.
Everyday she comes.
No one speaks to her.
Why is she here?
Maybe to meet some friends.
But what has she to fear?
Her temperament slowly descends.
When will she leave?
Perhaps when she finds her purpose.
She needs to be free.
Quietly she exits.
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