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Apr 2019
Faces washed out by the rain, eyes strained.

I wander like the breeze, invisible it seems.

A small tree grows, the sidewalk cracked.  

Plumes of vapor rise to the skies.  

Cigarettes, we burnt our regrets.

Memories of many moons past. 

When our youth bloomed.

In time we rewind.
Al
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Al  M/UK
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