She stands on
a street corner
alone
waiting for someone
who needs her
to come along.
It’s cold inside
like the mist that slowly
slides towards
her, bends around
her like warm headlights
that suddenly
illuminate all
of them there
where she stands
alone
waiting for someone
who wants her
to come along.
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