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Silent alleyways, bright window shops Warm riveting smells in these compressed bricks are as familiar as a common cold These streets hold an evening story so predictable, simple
I could never get rid of you The way you smiled How you laughed, the short chuckle that would follow after Your comforting stare
Beautiful. All smiles and happiness. But then you start peeling away the layers. Getting straight to the bitterness. Sweet then bitter. All gold but the inside is certainly not glitter.