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Jun 2021
When I walk alone in a crowded place,
I often catch the wandering eye of a stranger.
Whose gaze shows a longing for a life,
That has passed them by.
Phantom647
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Phantom647  25/M/Washington, DC
(25/M/Washington, DC)   
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