In a room of empty glasses,I see your face in the refractions of light,Bringing out life from every caricature of imaginary silhouettes,Housing a whole new universe in the shadows of night. Stars have been smudged on walls,And wishes had been written on windows,Since the daylight escaped the room a long time ago,gone to hold hands…
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I don’t want to be Sad
I don’t want to be sad, but it always finds the edge of my cover and pull it off, making me vulnerable. I hide every inch of my feelings from it, buried in secret, neither to be found nor to be discovered. Am I too rude to accept it or too weak to deny it?…
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