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On the edges of a building-forest
skyscrapers leaning as though to fall
I hid from view
holding back
my excited breath
Threading a secret alleyway
Friends fleeing,within fingertip reach
It was more than just a game; it was...
Somthing decided by destiny

Even if my trail of breadcrumbs
Should be ground into the sidewalk asphalt
The wind,which pushes me forward
carries back to me
The familiar sound of your footsteps
as well as the sound of your voice