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Jan 21
a memory that once couldn’t be contained within a room
suddenly fits itself into the palm
of your hand.
this is what happens when you turn around in the middle of walking way

—this is what distance does—

trees that once shadowed over you
now seem like fallen clouds obscuring the city that turned you away.

Midnight Rain
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Midnight Rain  24/F/In the depths
(24/F/In the depths)   
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