I don't know what I'd do if I saw you somewhere.
I'd probably freeze like a deer in headlights.
Wide eyed.
I'd probably try to see any emotion in your eyes.
Put my head down and keep on walking.
"Don't cry." I'd tell myself.
But what if you came up to me? What would I do then?
Swallow hard and take a deep breath?
Or break down and cry?
I don't know.
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Petrichor
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