Credit: Stock photo By Anuja Tilj from Pixabay Walking down the beach side, She saw him lost in his thoughts, While the lady beside was counting coins, Life was visible on there faces, The pains they had endured she wondered, Must be the wrinkles she found herself counting, The constant salty breeze of the ocean, Sometimes made them move, But like the pull of a magnet, They would get back to business as usual. It’s been a childhood compulsion, For if she sees a cotton candy, She has to get one, Never really remembering, When it all started, All she remembers, She reaches out for one, Whenever she finds one, The world doesn't matter, Impressions doesn't matter, Cotton candies meant the world to her. Her parents never understood the compulsion, She remembers being schooled now and then, Even doctors were consulted, But after a while the nagging stopped, Parents stopped bugging her, She just guessed they understood he...
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