After the ride he put the torn ticket in his pocket and thought of it no more
Twenty five years latter he cleaned his closet throwing the jacket on the floor
Falling out memories of a love that left him at the bus station
Stained by tears after a life of joy, the darkness of night's separation
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Author:
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Online) - Published: July 10th, 2026 03:15
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