Another body in the world…
Now
Wondering the empty streets
The sky, fog, smoke, useable
Thinking of what will, was, is
Time leaves no room for the present?
Looking up from under an umbrella
It becomes bright?
Hoping to wipe away the loneliness like a drop of paint
Spilled by the loss of innocence?
Watching life through an old camera
But its all in black
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