Unheard of, isn't it?
A kiss leaving a sour taste in your mouth.
Something's vanished unnoticed
and is now in desperate need.
We all walked in stride
until the lights changed.
We froze near the corners
hearing sounds of our own.
But our mouths were closed,
mine was ajar.
They dusted the fingerprints
and found us as the culprit.
You pulled me along and
we ran towards the sunset
out of the town we called home.
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