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Down the Street
Down the Street
Strange
Unknown
Unseen
I walked down the street
Not in my street
Not on my bus stop
Not in my park
Who is this stranger
Staring at me?
My pulse starts racing
I turn back to the unknown
When I peep back
He has vanished without a trace
Not on my left
Or right
(0, 0, 0);">My pulse slows down
I start walking down the street
Slowly again.
The stranger leans against a wall
He nods and gives a smile
My heart is in my mouth
I walk forward quickly
That night the stranger’s
Smile makes me think
And my heart starts to pound
There is a feeling of
Something developing
Between me
And the stranger
The feeling of hatred
