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The Pacific

Walking past the memento of our friendship,
With lowered eyes, across the legend of our friendship,
I feel scared of the thoughts creeping in me,
The hollow whispers seeking the weakness in me.
The moist fragrance of our steps that’s there,
Draws me closer to our presence that’s there.
Visions of our snaps flashes across my eyes,
Blinding me through those glimpses in the skies.
Memories of love, of laughter, of care,
Memories of pain, & fear we shared,
All that’s there to me, to you,
All that’s there from cheers to hue,
Everything just floods my mind,
& I go numb as these memories unwind.
All my energies drain in front of the Pacific,
I feel exhausted & this ain’t specific.
But,  I walk alone each day, each night,
Right past this legend to add to my plight!
And, I long for your presence here,
With the cheers and joys of this fare!

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A typically shy and naive guy who can take your breath away!

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