Touch your skin, fell into your breath. From the deep of my heart.
But I want stay here, making some broken poem
and will I remember this poetry when I miss you. Then pretend to dont
remember you.
I relied on this poem, lament you all the night long.
You're the story never come.
I quietly muttered: ah, love is enough.
Thank you for tonight.
31 July 2014
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