Everything was shrouded in a yellowish light from street lamps lit, autumn leaves and the dying sun on the horizon ... Wet and passersby in the mind and the memory of a long embrace. I do not have the power to understand its significance nor understand what the consequences will in the future but does not really matter if that matters is the present. I trust only if it was a sincere gesture, but I still need at the expense of everything and everyone.
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