there is always somebody in your mind that for years
the memory of him not to be erased
through years of fading memory
the figure well kept
framed
till the last hangover
figures of the web
network of life is always a crossword puzzle
of people that find ways in
intruding yours
like crossroads we are bound
to alter each other's life in
the slightest meaning
as i observe your day
how do you care about mine
does my name speak to you
or shall yours intrigue me
like that piece of old puzzle
in purple idyllic colour
smell of old days of untold love
rotting away in unspoken words
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