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We met once. It was on a Bridge. Do you remember? You were on the Eastern side and I was on the West. I thought you’d smiled at me. You thought I’d play exactly like the rest. I stepped out. It was Sunny. Do you remember? As I left the West. I thought you’d laughed at me. You thought that keeping distance would be best. I stopped. It was Cloudy. Do you remember? As I looked back at the West. I thought you’d yelled at me. You thought my climbing on the rail was in jest. I jumped. It was raining. Do you remember? I took one last look toward the West. I thought I saw you there. You thought you’d just continue on your quest.
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
East and West
We met once. It was on a Bridge. Do you remember? You were on the Eastern side and I was on the West. I thought you’d smiled at me. You thought I’d play exactly like the rest. I stepped out. It was Sunny. Do you remember? As I left the West. I thought you’d laughed at me. You thought that keeping distance would be best. I stopped. It was Cloudy. Do you remember? As I looked back at the West. I thought you’d yelled at me. You thought my climbing on the rail was in jest. I jumped. It was raining. Do you remember? I took one last look toward the West. I thought I saw you there. You thought you’d just continue on your quest.
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
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