.
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Her
She is on my mind. I don't know her, I don't think I have met her, but she is looking.
And yet...
Good night.
(Of course, pain isn't the problem, time and the need to travel, sometimes at speed, and to disappear. Those are the problems. Might as well be honest instead of hiding behind a, if truthful in it's own right, lie.)
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