When you see them there, they are everywhere.
I see stories without knowing, without looking I do
not see, how to know where to look, I see by
just standing, they wander and looking.
For each other,
but are lost in the crowd of stories, in search for
only their own, only looking in front, while
I
in the middle
looking around.
Ignored.
Like everyone
else.

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