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The light gently touched me. Feel every curve of my face. I feel it, cold but I'm comfortable to stroked. I know him.
How can you be forgotten? How can you be so little viewed? They start to forget you. They know you, but seldom look at you. They know you exist, but they are busy with each other.
Full moon, glance at me. My love is cold and bitter like your cold self. Then hurry before I turn away.