Stopped across a crosswalk.
Saw a figure I had figured was familiar, but apparently not. At all costs, the thoughts of talking, deeply haunting, leave me wanting an end to mental confusion.
What's to say to a stranger? I guess there is the danger of true feelings reeling in, but the chances, slight, and try as you might, nothing can replace the shape burned from the first time. Fault clearly cut to be all mine; is it alright to ask if you are fine? A question we all seem to mind.
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