Songs sung with shaky voices that I hadn't heard in a minute. Places and people that I never went back to. Might pass by that house and its bus stop, but wearing different shoes, different vision, different sunglasses. Might see them in the market, talk a while, not saying much except with the eyes. Hope they aren't lying when they say they doing well, check out, check out, and continue on my way.
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