Converge

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There’s a person in view 
and my senses are alerted.  
Not that of attraction, 
but of having known them, 
yet, I do not.  

That feeling stays with me 
throughout the week.  
I can’t help but wonder 
if we’ll ever speak.  

I see them again 
on distant occasions. 
The same feelings are there, 
I try to tap into them.  

There’s one thing I know,  
there’s something they hold. 
A message, a lesson, 
a foretold story 
that’s eager to exist.  

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