Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines, in a place where we only say goodbye.
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds. And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose,
than to have never lain beside at all.
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself.

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