The Journey of Nostalgia (3)

When I was a teen I thought I knew it all But I was only eighteen And had never thought about much really When I was a teen I thought I was independent Because I had read and seen Books and movies And I thought I was the wisest of them all When I was …

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The Journey of Nostalgia(2)

Desolate, sad, dilapidated Ironclad and rusty Weeds growing Pebbles crunching Under the feet Railway tracks Mingling and intertwined Electrical lines Linked to poles Linearly and parallelly Covering distances Between star-crossed lovers Seeing each other Never really reaching each other Broken pieces Concrete and raw Canals and bridges Smothered with grime Flooding acrimoniously With sewage and …

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