Reminiscing In Green November Poem by erika mada
Reminiscing In Green November
it was time consuming,
our happiness were laid on our each others hands,
migraines from having to be careful were to step on,
our tiles were fragile already from before,
now we walk under different streetlights,
always stop to take deep sighs,
we wake up to different daylights,
and sleep to different midnights,
but we're still remiscing to this day,
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