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• Flickering Streetlights

  We walked the streets, searching for a name
  that seemed to dance away from our grasp
  the map crumpled, a silent witness
  to our endless circling, under flickering lights

  The night air whispered secrets, unknown
  as if the wind carried tales of old
  we followed echoes, footsteps on cobblestones
  each turn a question, each pause …

  30 April 2025

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