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Sep 2014
An empty train,
A clouded mind.

Vacant spaces transpire
Havoc caused by thee
Running in circles
Back to square one.

Water vapors reminisce
Your presence
As dotted lines
Started to fade

Parallel;
Our lives now
Strangers we once were
Strangers we are now.

c.c
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