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We have come here beforeI can still see your footprints going down the shore
I can smell the tiny crab you caught for me.
It is decomposed now.
Lost in the sand yet
Left the smell.
We have come here before.
Running past the shaky bridge and
Reaching the tower.
A Sun kissed afternoon still awaits.
I can still hear your laughter as I walk up the stairs.
No one is there.
An empty platform.
We have come here before.
And I can still feel the rain drops on me
Pinching.
You were busy
Saving yourself from the rain as
The train moved.
It still rains only
on me.
We have come here before.
Walked for hours in the
Scourging sun.
Strangers still pass by yet
Eyes look for familiar face which
Never crosses path again.
posted by tongueofsilence @ 3:30 AM
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