
It's not them. It's never them. Even if it were them, it would not be the person you just saw; that person's only in the past.
This is what I think about when I see these two photos.
I think I see someone in them, and I keep staring. All in vain.
Especially this one. If I slept with this under my head I know what I would dream about. It would be good. Lonely and good.

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