One day,
While wandering through,
The thought logged alleys,
Of my narrow mind,
Waiting for hours,
At snail speed,
Navigating the traffic of spurious thoughts,
I saw you, just about,
Almost at the fringe of my visual field,
In the corner of my existence,
Holding on to what you liked,
In me.
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