• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 10
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It wasn’t just the bag carrying things that we shared
It was us
In the corner
Of a station car of metro
Where nothing and nobody accompanied until the end.
That’s how it begins.
That’s how it ends.
Not with a purpose
But with a pain
Of dreams, likes and lives
That we shared.
Almost here
Almost gone
Nowhere near
And yet within
Certainly very clear.