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Apr 2020
Softly it touches the pavements,
a hummed melody of wet cement
subtly fills the air

Voices of arguments
from people in the other room
trapped in my space

Memories of lovers
in the comfort of my bed
calms my fears

Eyes closed as I reminiscence
of my favorite person
and their dreams

One day it will be me
with the love of my life
singing, these words

By then I am hoping
that we do not part
in sad tears, again
Yours truly,
Tint
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