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Streetlight hits the pavement

A whisper of wind rampages

Through a line of tall trees

Shadows fill empty spaces

In the blink of an eye, a moment erupts, and it's over.

I received phone numbers on a summer's day,

To keep my wandering mind at bay.

I thought of many ways to send

Some texts that could possibly lend

To my future budding social life.

Tension grew within me,

Confidence became the hidden key.

Days kept going on and on,

Stewing from day until dawn.

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