Love Is Black And White And Beaches

Those are not my footprints in the sand

I stroll behind

I watch others’ footprints flow

Those are not my friends in the photograph

I stroll behind

I hope they would not mind

This is not my year for even numbers

I step aside

I am Aquarius and partly blind

This is not yet my year of death

I’m standing still

I am older now but destined perpetual Valentine

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