Down the street
rythms created by
the sound of my
footsteps.
Shadow chases
after me.
Reminiscence only to find
nothing.
Daydreaming,
drifting,
laughing,
all by myself.
I've been down this
road before,
just not by myself.
Things are quite
different,
when you're by yourself.
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