July, 12th

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my teacher once told me to look
at the bus, at the train station, at elevators and stairs, at the convenience store around the corner;
that maybe i will find you there; that
you are actually nearer than i thought you are,

but i think she forgot to mention a few things:

because i found you, damn it i found you; in songs i never heard before, in languages i never used, in the oceans i never crossed, in days i thought i will never overcome.

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