A Couplet of Kids

All our steps are traced in regrets.

The image of us is haunted with naïveté.

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The ill omens, now obvious.

The forlorn, far forewarned.

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Time cascades.

The moment falls into itself.

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Again I forget you.

Again I remember you.

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I wonder where you are.

I wonder if you still are.

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