Streetlamps flicker,
echoing their silence.
The chill—
not just in the air,
but between glances
that once burned.
Footsteps dissolve
into memory's fog,
while love
learns its first
bruise.
.
first bruise
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
good write my friend
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