There are seven other people
who look just like you
in this world,
and seven who look
just like me too.
I wonder if this means
we have seven other
stories, one for each day
slightly different in each place.
Maybe we know each other
because we met before,
but it could be that we found
each other on the subway,
or borrowed
the same book from the library.


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