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I am stranger in your eyes,
however familiar I might look daily.
These hands are never meant to be held,
else another accident adds to the sad
statistics of deaths in this district.
I can only gesture seconds to linger
but then you really have to leave
me a smile before you go
back to your daily routine.

Because I have less time writing, it’s almost a sin.

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