There is a light..

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I long for the city that I knew like my own hand. I long for the streets we walked so many times.
The long nights we spent outside. Cigarette-smoke that covered our faces and fears, all the wine we drank to forget tomorrow.
Sorrow, we never escaped your hands, just slipped away for a while. We, I, us and them. I am the reflection of you, the other part of nothing. A distant memory that fades away.

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