Strangers
By pencil_flake
Fri, 09 Feb 2018
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I was walking.
Towards the alley.
You were walking towards me.
You didn't have my attention as so much that you were in front of me.
I went to avert my eyes.
But as I did.
You smiled.
Your cheeks rose and your lips, from under your beard, smiled.
And it wasn't flirtatious.
It wasn't like that.
It was kind.
This morning I woke up crying.
I no longer know why.
Anything.
Everything.
And you smiled.
I wanted to hold you.
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