you blew in with the melancholy autumn wind.
you, a ghost from my past.
you appeared behind me to remind me of the girl i used to be.
how little you have changed since those years long ago…
as quickly as you enter, you disappear.
maybe someday we’ll meet again.
you will still be you and i will still be me but maybe we’ll be more ready.
i let the cold rain wash my warm skin clean.
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An alleyway littered with papers and laundry. Scaffold and mattresses. As though all the apartments have vomited their contents across the town. Empty shoes upon the cobblestones.
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