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On that platform of

Boisterous peddling, dreary banters and whining crowd

Your chuckle appeared like a lullaby,

Drifting me away to infinity

And your fingers

Spread across my palm,

Can a touch be softer than a cotton bale?

Who were you, my little darling?

Did you know me, from another time, perchance?

I was just about to bargain

But you bargained me away!

Forever.