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Love You Too Much
A clock ticking inside of a wall.
My skin senses ,
emotionless coldness.
Osculation is nonexistence.
Our love is barren.
November sky,
silenced by debris formed.
Breathless chasing to catch a fire,
to be tickle with warmness...
My skin senses ,
emotionless coldness.
Osculation is nonexistence.
Our love is barren.
November sky,
silenced by debris formed.
Breathless chasing to catch a fire,
to be tickle with warmness...
