Among The Crowd

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You tiptoed into the crowd,
craving to be lost,
to dissolve;
among the shadows of the afternoon.

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To be found is a joy,
to be missed,
a memory
To fade away, yet linger in their souls.

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Oh, tell me you have forgotten my face,
My memories erased,
Lost I have,
To be remembered in myself.

LOKI


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