They met again in unknown restaurant, unknown street.

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They met again in unknown restaurant, unknown street.

The floor creaked at 2AM, he left again.
Come to your senses, you foolish starry-eyed boy.
I’m your shadow, what am I without you.
Longing rage to possess that which isn’t yours.
The clock struck ten, time to hunt again.
Did you hear her pleading whispers at night?
A cold denial, filled with feelings of remorse.
Musty carpets. Cigarette burnt sheets. Smell of abandonment.
Cry of dead silence in an old library.