eight years #poem

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when the wind spoke
show the direction of the meeting point
will you save time
forget the world meet me there meet me

my mouth is still locked
was never good at talking
let eye record
when you meet me there huuuu

remember when you left
leaves and twigs lost its color
then i make a song
about a city and its sky

eight years #poem | Ecency