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  1. In the street
    Our eyes meet.
    Some quick smile.
    Some spark of curiosity.
    Thoughts assess and compare.
    Is this a dream that my life could wear?
    Closer we come with steps that slow and seem to linger.
    Then a sudden memoriam:
    A once binding vow.
    And a curtain
    f
    a
    l
    l
    s
    Over my mind.
    With a recollection of sin tasted once
    My gaze slides off your face
    Like a skipping stone.
    Bounces
    Once, Twice,
    Thrice.
    Then falls to death
    As if it had never drawn breath.
    We walk on
    Anon.

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