we passed places we never expected to see.
without crowds, amazing it is.
without quarrels, how amazing it felt.
we saw the city in all of itself—
and I hope I see the all of you soon.
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tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
all of you-fifty nine
we passed places we never expected to see.
without crowds, amazing it is.
without quarrels, how amazing it felt.
we saw the city in all of itself—
and I hope I see the all of you soon.
