One day, when the dust settles and the ruling government dismantled like furniture,
I will find you.
In between crevices, and abandoned alleys, you'll find clues.
Intentional clues.
Inhale my existence as the wind excuses itself from the old city.
One day, when my words hang over the city like chandeliers.
I will find you.
In between music and art
You'll feel my immortality.
You'll feel it 😔
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