Mid 2015, out of the blue...
shattered not broken, what is seen remains
the hollow little soul
glassy green eyes
the many questions and wonder why's
It was all but summer madness,
all not lost, I thought, you said
everything has it height
but none sunk so low
Soon another chapter, a phase, a coincidence
we'll never meet again
...
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