I saw you in the market place
You were hiding behind a stand
I ran after you and called your name
But I could not get to you
I saw you in a parking lot
You were sitting in a black truck
I ran as fast as I could
But I could not get to you
I saw you in a crowd
You even turned around
Looked me in the eye,
Like some possessed thing
Hardly an expression on your face
But it penetrated so heavily
Still, I ran
But I could not get to you
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