Noir
color
of memory.
I am looking
through the same window
as you did
on that afternoon
watching people come and go
and stories hidden
in the layers
of aged buildings
mystified
by the
rain
of memory.
I am looking
through the same window
as you did
on that afternoon
watching people come and go
and stories hidden
in the layers
of aged buildings
mystified
by the
rain
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