Who are you?
I don't know you. Or do I?
You seem hauntingly familar. Do I know you? Have we ever met?
Your look. That intensity in your eyes. The soft gentle features of your round face. The long silk hair dancing vibrantly in the wind. Have I seen you before?
The quaver of your lips as you speak, the curl of your language. Your sweet melodious song. Have I heard you speak before?
Your smile. Why are you smiling at me? Stop smiling at me. A warm radiant smile. Like the sun. Do I make you smile? Stop. Your smile hurts me. Go away.
Leave me alone.
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