When all falls.

Have you ever taken notice of some numbers resurfacing repetitively in your life? The number of the plate of a car you just happened to notice on the road, the number of an unfamiliar building, and the time, whenever you turn to see.

I am sure you do, or will.

Mine happen to be 1 and 7.

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I remember the time they came and died.

I remember the time - smoke on my cigarette.
I remember the long flight of stairs, the essence of lavender burning.



I remember the lonely alley.



Maybe someday you'd remember something.







[Sorry. I didn't mean to peep to your knowledge.]