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I granted myself a final look,
to wriggle on that familiar hook,
but the smile that was once warm and safe,
somehow didn't look the same.

We shared headphones once,
on a bus at night,
We were friends once,
it was another life.

But perhaps it's times trick to move so fast,
because while looking,
you became my
past.

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