That first time as we awake closely.
The dim morning of ordinary day.
With blueish -blueing sight mostly.
Silently observe me closest guy.
There is a minute of happiness-obviously
Any border line is imposable
That’s about what we spoke silently
The first morning of our path-bundle…
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Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2025 20:32
- Category: Love
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This is beautiful and to me speaks of life.
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