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Her shabby jeans were once dark blue and in one piece. At least that’s what they told her. They’ve been nothing but washed-out and…
She finally reached the shore, barefoot, dark curly hair let loose. The book specifically said: let your skin feel the…
Every now and then,
While the city’s dead
And grim shadows are all that can be seen,
I think of you, just like that,
Curious if your nights to mine are akin.