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Of walks and kisses
Sunday.
Time to sulk, to feel lonely and lost.
To think of the past and dwell on bittersweet memories.
Of walks and kisses from lost lovers.
My body and bones bears the mark of time wasted. To sleepless nights and needless grief.
The days of the week is just a way to count me down. To aging without purpose.
But summer sun and the sound of a river running. The feel of water and the warmth of nature's deep.
Sunday, I'm no longer frightened by the weight you bring. For I'm forever embraced by the world and my time given. To make steps of rememberance. And push gravity at my own pace.
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Time to sulk, to feel lonely and lost.
To think of the past and dwell on bittersweet memories.
Of walks and kisses from lost lovers.
My body and bones bears the mark of time wasted. To sleepless nights and needless grief.
The days of the week is just a way to count me down. To aging without purpose.
But summer sun and the sound of a river running. The feel of water and the warmth of nature's deep.
Sunday, I'm no longer frightened by the weight you bring. For I'm forever embraced by the world and my time given. To make steps of rememberance. And push gravity at my own pace.
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