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I catch myself
as I'm walking
as the winds of time
blow past

how they
catch me unguarded
thinking thoughts
so deep they're wrinkles
patterns of the past

imprints cross my forehead
the traffic lights of time
always changing me to find
myself mumbling
on the curbside of the street

a young girl's on
the other side of the street
the wind pushes to another open
keyhole door
someone there
a version of me
is where we meet

we are standing thinking
the sound of the wind
rushing pushing us forward

I look
into eyes I once knew
staring into youth
she stares into me
at myself

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