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A Postlamp


Forgotten lane.

As I lay here under this streetlight,
At this forgotten lane,
I wonder how I usually breathe without a veil.
Time is running way too fast than I count,
That I couldn't even have a moment to live my life as best I could,

And now all I have left is this hard and uneven road,

With pebbles and rocks that keep hurting me every time I walk.


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