by the lone wooden bench
that stands all day in singularity
drenched
a bit in the rains
a lot more in the downpours
wait for me
when the deafening screams of the city have drowned in the seas
when the maddening multitude of lives have thinned into the night sky
i'll meet you there
that stands all day in singularity
drenched
a bit in the rains
a lot more in the downpours
wait for me
when the deafening screams of the city have drowned in the seas
when the maddening multitude of lives have thinned into the night sky
i'll meet you there
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