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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 lightsThe 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 …
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Steam on the Windshield
The city slows to a crawl,
traffic lights blink in weary rhythm.
Hands wipe the foggy glass,
revealing glimpses of the world outside,
a forgotten biscuit tin holds needles,
threading memories with every stitch.The weight of hours drapes heavy,
a sigh escapes, unburdened.
Past grievances fade like passing cars,
forgiveness lingers in the rearview,
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