I closed my eyes
and saw you smiling at me.
You're made of never-ending thirst.
I drown in the abysmal depth
and hide myself to find myself out.
The scattered poems and bunch of sunflowers,
The blue cardigans and slurry words,
You and me. Us.
And I close my eyes
and lose you in the bright sunlight.
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A/N: Oops... the lover's gone! Mind tossing away a vote on this side?
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the slow art of breathing bitter
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