I crossed the street to see your eyes,
the light kept the ashen grey peace
I imagined the day I had gone away,
I wondered when that might ever …
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We cannot decide what we haven’t
ever believed to be our own way,
if we continue to pine away the sweet
dreams of someone we knew …
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the other day I crossed the street
to find you were no longer waiting,
there. I thought about that for a time,
I’d imagine would elsewhere, compare …
