perfect times
This is called a perfect time ..
go away and vanished
it is like heart rhythm in the silence that began to break your mind
it not the same ..it is apparent
I called it a perfect time
when I tried to reach out with my empty hands
when twilight sky suddenly sheds painful memories.
tell me ...
it is not the same
it is not real ...
1/18/2017
Wednesday 18th January 2017 2:55 pm
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