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Your eyes met hers after having traveled distant countries and having seen different shores
'do you know her?' friends ask.
And you recall her once taking you to a parking lot under the moon to listen to music in the car.
You think of the time she decided to walk you to the shops in the budding storm.
You think of how odd she was,
How you have always been intrigued by it,
How much you loved her.
But she is a headfuck
and you wanted to get away before you could get messed up.
Before SHE could mess you up.
'used to' you tell them.
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