a crumbled yellowed note maybe love — a written sentence faraway stare no epitaph on a tiny tombstone death note — stepping on slippery ground i want to see you she touched me i feel my heart passing through her then vapourises in thin air she & I on a journey my thoughts roam about on empty field frame after frame of endless dandelions after the heated confrontation cold thought her lips frozen events passes by
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