the concretes of youth

still stands strong. 

in the same shade, texture. 

architecture. 

for if these walls could talk.

and if they could capture the innocence of now, before and yonder.

and if. 

will twenty years from now still see you.

see me, seeing you. 

it was impossible to think of it before.

it could be possible in the future. 

but will it still stand strong? 

or pretend to even look it? 

will i still remember? 

do i even want to, then? 

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memory lane is not a funny place to visit. not in the least.