Here we are again
--Dancing... in the same tune.
Without knowing,
--Our steps will change soon.
Each steps...
Each touch-- your caress.
Will soon be perish--
In the end--
Our dance will end its process.
Jr.
Poetry of Dreams
Hear Me. See Me.
I can clearly hear you, Yet, I am deaf on my own, I can clearly see you, Yet, I am blind on my own. Deaf on my own voice, I only listen to...
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