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Another day fuses into the next.
Weeks became months.
I stop now.
It's more tears on the screen.

I see a street, where you and I can walk, hand in hand, our feet synchronising to our medially joint arm swing.

Our hips bump together from time to time.
I decide to avoid such accidents by grabbing your waist, your arm is around mine.
Our hands drop from time to time, furtively, surprising one another.
We are headed to my place.

Such a small thing, playing in my mind. Preying on my mind.