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Again…

Don’t speak, Close your eyes, Remember, At least try… Ghost fingers running Down the nap of your neck. Did it tickle you Or did it make the whole thing go to wreck? Ships sail, Not knowing where they’re going The sea is always uncertain And I’m just waiting to be falling, Again…

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Meeting you… Again.

  She sat in the park, by herself, as usual. The madness of the city roared nearby, but in this special little spot by the canal, she always felt at peace. And that’s all she needed, peace. She sat in silence, watching both locals and foreigners passing her by. She wasn’t what you’d call messy, but…… Continue reading Meeting you… Again.