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Around the corner
The café sleeps in a cinnamon haze,
Alone at a table,
I sip the bitter chocolate of memories.
Regrets dance in my heart,
Just as the scarlet leaves upon the pavement.
My melancholy gaze wanders to the corner.
A lonely man emerges,
His icy hands clutching the fabric in his pockets.
Upon seeing him I know,
Brown eyes and all the rest,
Carried me into the vicious illusion.
I bite my cranberry lip in despair,
For he is back, even though he never left my weary heart.
Turn the corner yet again,
And please liberate me from this gnawing nightmare.
Remain behind the sharp edge of a wall,
With the rest of my corrosive memories.