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what did we leave behind but silence

 

tracks
of happiness
fluttering

why were the books lying face down why were cigarette dusts piling up between the flower pots why were the bus seats so warm why
nobody will ever
wonder

breathe into my mouth i’ll break 
                     into millions of whispers

and we’ll be gone before the first teardrop hits the ground

 

 

– previously posted here – 

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