the unfound x and y
when the sunlight
was slowly burning my sight
but you were smiling
at the whispering trees
it felt like
i got cut
by a sharp edge
of a rock, not a knife
it bled
like no other scar
one moment, one minute, one second, let me hug your unsaid feelings before we welcome our different sunsets and sunrises, before we paint ou...
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