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To adolescent nights
Of infant love.
To sweet nothings…
Too many to count.
To silent words
‘n’ several sins…
To aquiline figures
Stagnant in time…
She left behind a story;
A wrinkled one.
Known to none; but
Two shadows in doubt.
PS: Totally inspired by an awesome line up of songs on my playlist! Someday when I can play the guitar - I will sing this song! ;)