she sits by the window,
counting cars passing by,
sitting there warming her chair,
grin plastered onto place.
If you were to call her
she would turn her head
and look at you, with
a smile gracing her face.
lighting up the whole of her face,
her surroundings,
and others.
her infectious laugh
and lame jokes,
brings everybody joy.
though I don't think ... she knows.
that she is treasured, that people care.
that she doesn't need to prove anything
that she doesn't need to whole face.
no I don't think you know.
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