I look at you and what you wear,
The way you move,
The way you do your hair,
Without a word, without even your stolen glance,
I got to know you, I presumed and measured your worth.
I judged the way you speak and if you even laughed.
I probe myself and wondered if you were even worth my time.
Don't blame me, it wasn't your fault.
It was mere virtue of fate, place and time.
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