When the night falls, I scatter; when the voice lands, I coagulate. Reflection of affection would travel across the sea when you smile, and I would taste the fragrance beside my pillow.
Regions separate the unity, though hearts beat the same no more. I ask myself and wonder if miracle exists, if I have faith. Positive and/or passive, standing in the middle of crossway in the dark I tremble. Love of mine is a flame, needs a courageous one to embrace by bare hands.
Weighty tone killed me, dropping words saved me. Heaven and hell I live in between. Moody, happens when people really deep in love. Hurray!
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