The streets comprise a melodic infrastructure tonight. They leave me the hurried stranger; the swooning lover. And each city light leaves a ghostly kiss in my mind and echoes another story I cannot live; burdens and joys. Each step I take is reminiscent of what isn't mine and each poem reflects on something I never had. I grieve over my collective fragments that are now lost inside the people I have met and spoken to. And I breathe in the air and pretend to inhale their fragments, their wants and hates, and pretend that they have given me as I have given them.
Deep
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