I am a spoof to the people, places, and things—
a shadow creeping upon the weary man,
hoping for a quick chat with the strangers he meets.
Nightfall descends, pulling him into its grasp,
still hoping for a brief connection.
A hopeful friendship, a bond bought in passing,
read between the lines, exchanged with a glance.
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