Walking towards the office he's waiting for the signal to go green to cross the road. It hit him then, standing there with random strangers hoping for a slight bit of affection even if it was from someone he barely knew. At this point, for him, anyone would suffice to kill the lonely. So an inner monologue in a very familiar voice started playing in his head which went like, Looking for someone like her I scorched the earth in one single blow, left alone with my thoughts, it made me stoop real low. Maybe a pair of eyes that seemed to have the same glitter, I started chasing strangers, without a breath and without even a flicker. The girl at the newspaper stand around the corner sipped her coffee the same then there was my subway flirt who had a similar-sounding name. An office colleague who cooks a little like her, and one more who recites poems of love so I made her my whisperer. There was yet one more I spoke to in secret but a while later bit the dust, after that came another, I...
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