Grave, my sight
I have always liked to make eye contact with strangers.
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Walking down the streets, in a transport, inside a building, outside in the open space,
I come across a number of strangers I never get to see again.
Each with their own style of dressing, walking pattern, and body language.
They never really notice me,
But that is fine.
Once we see one another,
A vision,
Then they know that it was never a simple interaction.
I stare into their eyes,...
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Walking down the streets, in a transport, inside a building, outside in the open space,
I come across a number of strangers I never get to see again.
Each with their own style of dressing, walking pattern, and body language.
They never really notice me,
But that is fine.
Once we see one another,
A vision,
Then they know that it was never a simple interaction.
I stare into their eyes,...