The train moves away; the station stands still and black.

The girl in green stares at the black smoke:

Twirling and twisting and teasing the thin air.

The thick tears of memories swell the air;

This world spins and blurs and spins and fades

into the murmuring darkness—

where the memories lose their way to fireflies,

and get erased from the page forever.

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A/N: Did the votes get erased too? Oh no, pretty please? Live a little long, yellow star! SO why not color it once again?