I’ve met you in crepey hands, sun bleached by long days.
I’ve met you in the wandering eyes of a newly found widow.
I’ve met you in the wayward thumb of a sidewalk hitchhiker.
I’ve met you in keep the change.
I’ve met you in another life, past, present tense.
Present
Tense
But free
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC
I’ve met you in crepey hands, sun bleached by long days.
I’ve met you in the wandering eyes of a newly found widow.
I’ve met you in the wayward thumb of a sidewalk hitchhiker.
I’ve met you in keep the change.
I’ve met you in another life, past, present tense.
Present
Tense
But free
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