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she got lost on her way to the other side of the tunnel
got distracted by the yellow tinge of the lights
that illuminated from the graffiti painted walls
this is what it felt like to be free
she touched the air, letting it tickle her fingers
traced notes on blank spaces that don’t seem to run out
summer days like this were once spent
on damp couches
the stench she could still remember
he was summer
the light that escaped from the gaps of his teeth
and when he left, traces of him stuck on the corners of her apartment
like tear stains on soft cheeks
she got distracted by by the twinkle in his eyes
but she’s making her way to the other side of the tunnel
the cold air wips her hair back
this is what it felt like to be free
this is what it felt like to let him go

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