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Seven lines
Something somber
Seven lines
Something brighter
I wrote that the other day
It's called a Sonnet I think , Yeah
It was the short way
Summary of some year
The previous year I'd stopped taking French
Still love the language
Dreamt of expression in something besides English
Still I managed
Could put a few sentences together
Maybe in another decade
I'd speak it better
We really did walk around that building
So many times
Like it catalysed our conversation
Unperturbed in both our minds
I always tried keeping my head clear
The walks were soothing
Soothing enough
You walk beside me
Your small feet
Making pace quick
It'd never be the same
Never walking there again
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"stories" INCOMPREHENSION
PoetryThe things that distract me. All the things so intriguing. Storytelling... Poetry...
