Life Passes
The honeymoon pictures lie at the bottom of the heavy laden drawer filled with joyous memories forgotten. Fighting daily deadlines rushing passed dulls excitement in every touch, in the longing of lovers' voices lost. The silent strangers en route pass by in the empty passage of the once warm, embracing home's goodbye.
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