We spoke in echoes once,
when streets still knew our names.
Now the lines are fading,
our voices tangled in distance.
I am left
searching for rhythm
in a world that moves without me.
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We spoke in echoes once,
when streets still knew our names.
Now the lines are fading,
our voices tangled in distance.
I am left
searching for rhythm
in a world that moves without me.
Top position held by this upload
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