Sometimes, Some places Feel like, Some other places, From another time. like, how the afternoon glistened, the same way as it glistened, in your town, that day we met, and roamed every alley talking,
I'm still behind the veil of those 1055 odd days, Acting like a boundary between us, Stopping me from revealing, Everything on a ceramic platter like before. Scared to the depths of the cuts on my hea
I find myself in moments of Deja Vu, Silently noticing and remembering every bit of that moment, And feeling excited, For the universe has opened up a tiny portal, Just for me to squeeze through, Into
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