Strangers pass everyday on the streetWithout a word,No more than a passing glanceOf disinterest.As I walk down the sidewalk,I watch, I see you.Your eyes hold mine just for a secondUntil you turn away.I have to wonderWhether I have just passedA strangerOr a soulmate.Birth sign: Not entered
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