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The Woman Who Ran at Midnight

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One night,

When I was writing,

And the clock ticked towards midnight, 

From my window, 

I saw a woman running through the streets.

I saw her again the next night,

And then the next.

Night after night,

For nights on end,

She ran, 

And I wrote.

One night, 

I was returning home from a late dinner,

And I saw her,

Running towards me.

I waved, 

She slowed and stopped.

“Why do you run?” I asked,

The question pounced forth,

It had been stalking my mind for weeks.

“I’m chasing the stars,” she said.

And I didn’t need another word,

I knew exactly what she meant.

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