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Strange People

People around
Are strange people
They see you the way
You can never see you

They can see you
Moving through space
From one end of a street to another
They see the entire street, and you moving
And you, the one moving
Can never with your own eyes
See yourself
Crossing the street

How absurd
For others to have
This privilege
Over you

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