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Mar 2015
Sit next to me, will you?
Sit still silently submissive
It’s been a while since last time
It’s been a while since wild and young we were

I miss you.
I’ve missed you ever more
Long last talks forgotten in time
Even the echo is so soft now
Vibrating no more
No more

You still look the same
The Time Train trimmed no perfection
You look so much like what I don’t remember
And your laughter is still so silent in my mind

We were happy once, weren’t we?
Running remotely through rivers and raves
Requesting kisses sun kissed
As if they were grasping for air.
But my lungs were always fine!
Weren’t yours?

We have loved each other, have we not?
I still have recollections of fizzy memories
Where you were sleeping head on my chest
Beautiful black hair or dark brown

Yes! The best times.
The best days.
Long gone
Remarkably stone carved!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          (who is this person sitting next to me?)
Michael Caio
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Michael Caio  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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