Castro

Dare concrete streets come soft,

Eroded in the washings of

this helpless rain and dare

these musings pour down

upon your head, these thoughts

of mine,

would they matter to you,

now that you are boundless,

unreachable,

these thoughts of mine,

musing – repeatedly losing you

in this concrete rain?

If I thought of you long enough, would you know? Would it matter at all?

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About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

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