Stranger

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I pass by a stranger,

We exchange a glance,

Our mental tango lasting for only seconds,

They have a mysterious glint in their eyes,

I wonder if they are thinking the same as me,

'Are they friend or foe?',

I guess we'll never know,

We both walk on,

Never to meet again.

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