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Behind these smokescreens

I close my eyes

and open my memories

I stroll leisurely

to the days we had.

 


More than a century,

We lived and loved.

But now,

Shadows of ourselves we have become,

after you made a detour

And took a different path

On the frolics of your own.

 

And now...

We have become crossroads

Along parallel tracks

we thread

Hopefully, maybe someday

Our lines will cross again

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