you know, i
bottled all our secrets,
in the Reminiscence.
as the rain drops down
my office window,
taking me somewhere
near to the college canteen
where you used to portray
raindrops as ominous lovers,
fall as they happen to touch
the other. but i see together.
wish that courageous could
had been, me. when you.
were next to me.
today the smell of coffee
overspread in the office,
stuffing me with memories
of all those college bunks
which you and me did
sometimes at my place or
other wise yours favorite CCD.
well, all your secrets sit discreetly
where they were confessed. in
// bus // bunks // canteen //
// rains // CCD // or those chats.
now, Archived.
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