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I missed thee


Dry wind and a worn out body Dusty hands, out of breath Dim lanterns, Tappy shoes Thick journals and wet palettes. Concrete wall, Tally sticks Rusty locks, unused keys Booked days, empty pockets Repugnant hands and an empty locket.
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