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TBC

It had been a while,

Since I heard my own laugh,

Despite the unknown feeling of missing something.

Then, it grows on me,

The laughter,

As the curves of roads write stories,

Leading to the moon,

Right in front of us,

And the feeling,

To leave a place,

But not wanting to go anywhere too,

....(to be continued...or not)


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