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Casey's Gas Station
There was someone walking
Turning the corner of the gas station aisle
Blond hair that reached their shoulders
Paper bones, smudged rings around their eyes
They appeared old
It wasn't the creases in their skin
Their mouth was curved down
They looked bereaved
Worn down
Exhausted
I smiled and nodded at them
They didn't smile back
They probably never saw me
Their gaze fixated on nothing
They walked past me
And I walked past too