The girl who lives opposite my House
Has no friends, family or spouse
I see her everyday from my window
Sometimes I see her, other times her shadow
The girl is strange, not like all
Lives alone, in a house so small
I see her cook, eat, laugh and dance
I admire her personality, her stance
The girl never goes out, except for work
I see no human, why does she shirk?
She looks cool sporting a bun
Her clothes are black, coloured none
She's pretty and has poise
She dances quietly, doesn't make noise
She notices me sometimes looking
I ask her "Wassup? What's cooking?"
She smiles a bit and leaves
I wonder all the secrets that she keeps

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