Sowing spread from there in a poem
I Miss You.
Raindrop Drizzle Drizzle distributed along a road
Pieces of me
Teach him to walk.
Street lamps Blur
Lowering mercy me furtively
Friendly to the
No longer stick to the word.
To the slopes of the world subtle undertone
Each letter from my arteries
I lit it.
I am no longer.
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