And then I hear a song
which takes me away
from that sun set
that is just a button away
Broken smiles,curious faces
no sea shores
but we go for a stroll
in the lame streets
near our house
room
four walls
We walk
licking, dropping, slurping
tracking taste of time that ticks
moments frozen on a stick.
Oh! there it drips
For whatever we do
we may
nothing holding us together
we hold it and play..
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