we're back here aren't we?
and i'm typing this again.
to change someone's life
to be part of someone's life.
to walk down a street once again.
to leave a place for a while and to remember that nothing much has changed, except.
perhaps in your memory.
to see how time makes monkeys of us all
and to see how we turn out at the end of life.
the beauty of a night lies in its' simplicity.
pure black with spots of light.
add a tree or two to add leaves that rustle.
sand near the sea.
a salty tongue.
beggars along the street that you-oh-so ignore.
dusty streets and dusky streets.
the glimmer of dust
as sun shimmers down on dirt.
petrol fumes and cover your mouth.
sunlight on my window to add sparkles.
lovely but in vain.
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