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the list in my old books seems so irrelevant

no longer want

fingers tangled in a roll call

alone and thunderstorm, I crawl

 

the fabric of clothes felt so soft

when I put my head on her lap

of all the storyline that I’ve crossed

in all endings, I collapsed

 

but morning breeze still tingled in my ears

as I tried to killed more hours

the rejection, the upside down

all the words I should’ve kept on my own

 

now I don’t dream of any run away

to be stayed for, we gotta learn to stay

pink colored evening flowers die

lighter blue brighten my sky

 

background song played when this poem written : BIBI – Very, Slowly