January 25, 2009
Silver chunks of promises
forced all action to hastily stop
in the excessively crowded flea market.

They recollect those starry nights,
cheesy songs, and pointless disputes.
They stand for eternity.

Those shiny bands interrupted by jagged rock
represent a cliche version of love.
It's only a matter of time.

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