One Mark
Late at night I sat on a bench,
As lonely as I was, of the park.
In the dark I scrolled my feed
Searching the tunes of a lark.
In time a stranger came, he smiled,
I did not. I still searched. One mark.
One spark of remembrance, and that will do.
I searched for myself. In the spire of dark.
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