“I don’t recognize it.” I said.
“The unknown can be rugged.” She agreed.
“You are just so, different” she said
“Not bad, more, spectacular.”
An echo of the past sounded
Strange the reflections in this age.
“Don’t you want to know more?” I asked
“I already know” she whispered.
“That’s why I’m here…”
The bizarre turns of fate.
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