A rustic music plays
into my sodden ears
wet of soaking memories
Traversing the bound
of my unforgettable past
The night meow
a slight of pawing legs
Stinging my shadow
with unpleasant whim
Crossing unthinkable thoughts
I have never been so lucky
in your hidden identity
The more staring I get
I get it not from you, but
Me; carrying an empty look forward
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