Asphalt

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She reach with her fingers the asphalt road,
It's tip dancing in every seconds
Shaping the footsteps
Still unknown.

It was there, the very first
When he held her closely
In a sweet embrace
Soft giggles as the lingering
Resounded over and over
Until it became her greatest fear.

He's laughs are no longer
Ceased smilings,
He died
On that road.

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