, like two cups of freshly brewed
water in the living room, jumping on both sides of the
table , but unable to touch
the parts that tremble with each other, we have been the same
for many years ,
and the love in our dreams
seems to be preserved. Touch
We have no time to think about it or go on. We’re
exhausted, we know it,
but don’t say anything, we nod our heads.
Even if the soul is involved once,
we just sit silently,
like a fire
that It seems that
whoever moves is who’s
Giving has to be more
And happiness
From smile to blood to us
It seems to be further away
We are powerless to love, we remain calm
Continue to build some of the
discreet, secret joys we have
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