an image – dazedly faded

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I could think about the rain kissing our faces and us naked.

I could think about time and count the days that I’ve been wasting.

I could think about time and wait until these days are wasted

I could think about the rain and keep wishing to see our faces.


Though, what keeps me thinking for ages is

when will I see your face again as if it’s sacred?

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