You're looking for me
City by the sea. A country known for my memories.We are young and rambunctious. I'm waking up. It's early, summer morning. You're not next to me. I see the tracks in the sand and follow them on a deserted beach. The shallow ones are short but determined. You didn't rush when you left. They end up in the water. I look worriedly at the desolate, watery endless. Cold water pours on my back:
"You're looking for me? (Suchst für mich? *) "
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