❄️
❄️❄️❄️
❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️
❄️❄️❄️
❄️


it's
near the end
your hand and my hand from two different worlds,
they intertwined
to write
the lines as stardust of sweet memories.

A nostalgic reverie
is
still lingering on,
as our words fall right,
as our emotions try to feel between
loving and hurting,
You and me,
We are not a concept
still protecting
each
other
from afar,
'concurrently'.
♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️

you are my ensō
and
i am
(not)
your calypso

♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️♾️




# numb

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