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Sometimes when it's late at night
and the street lights flicker like in horror movies,
I come across a girl wandering alone at night.
Her beaded bag rests upon her shoulder
and her shadow is marked by a pair of unfriendly eyes.
So I make it my duty to head over towards her,
this girl I have never met in my life,
and tell her that her bag is super cute,
tell her that I am excited to see her later this week
even though we have no plans together.
And if we’re lucky enough those unfriendly eyes
will fade to dust in the shadows of the night,
waiting to return tomorrow to stir fright.
But that’s ok; that’s just a normal jog home.