Who is that standing over near the garden bar
Pretending to ignore us
Hidden in plain sight not close but not far
performing before us
wherever she is she burns
That is how our eyes decipher her
We attempt to look away and turn
To break eyecontact seems to hurt
walk into the bar avoiding lust and scorn
Shelter from this silent storm
It feels so safe but I know there's danger
That existential beautiful stranger
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