Once a path. . .

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was shared, treaded and traveled

time was, space is, thoughts were. . .

never been as much as the same.

Yet when i wanted to think

of regret it has to be the one

who could have been the first one,

I laid my underware on.

😑😁😊😑😁😊😑😁😊😆😆😆😆

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 119. b2.28/ Dhudles

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