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Mar 2021
it sounds like the bass
it feel so new
yet so familiar
like running shoes molded
to one's feet

the water that ran down those pipes,
the pipes that are now dry,
it hasn't been there for a while.

there's an empty space above my head.
honestly,
thank you.

the shivers are gone.
thank you so much,
for leaving.
sequel to "shower"
icelar
Written by
icelar  17/F/somewhere
(17/F/somewhere)   
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   Imran Islam
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