She didn't know his name.
She didn't care.
She didn't know where he came from.
She didn't care.
It was the end of days.
He had a pulse.
He was willing.
She was drowning
In nihilism.
She wanted
To care.
She needed
To feel.
Something.
Anything.
Anyone.
Even if only
For fifteen minutes
(He was young, so maybe twenty).
Before the end.
Before the rain.
Something.
Anything.
Anyone.
Someone.
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