And now I remember that particular image from two nights ago.
As the dream came again.
Pushed through a door by a wave of people.
Falling in the middle of them.
Tramping all over you, as if invisible.
Exact clothes as I saw yesterday.
The celebration of the perfect match. And no, it's not a false memory.
The selfie.
The old streets.
As the dream came again.
Pushed through a door by a wave of people.
Falling in the middle of them.
Tramping all over you, as if invisible.
Exact clothes as I saw yesterday.
The celebration of the perfect match. And no, it's not a false memory.
The selfie.
The old streets.
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