I had left the thing I feared the most, somewhere in the corner of your balcony..
We thought the wind would fly it along but perhaps it was denied by the gods of irony.
Somewhere your conscious knew I had left it, or better to say, you had covertly kept it.
There's nothing that you know and I don't, but noone can ever come to find.
For the secret is mine, but you are not, which is what the emptiness of your balcony shall remind.
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