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On getting accosted by someone,
she looked back at me.
I lured myself; quietly I quivered,
“Queen of my life, will you be?”
I stood there aloof like a fool;
waiting in her lull’s queue, which ran a mile.
Finally, she did something;
she walked away with a Quizzical Smile.
Yes, I am a queer person;
strange like silence, serene like a song
I saw her again across the street,
Was it really her or Was I always wrong?
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