Hopscotch -E
I stare at the playground
Its been a long time since Ive been here
The hopscotch marks are fading..
..Once upon a time they were clear
but those memories are shading.
Alone in the cold,
thinking:
please bring back the old days.
For what is good today
was shunned upon yesterday
and night has turned into morning.
time is reforming
I dont like it, so i stare at the white lines on the gray concrete
I throw a rock and start hopping with moving numbers under my feet.
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