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Yesterday morning
I heard your voice for the first time
that so in love with it
I dubbed its timbre
to your summon in my lighthouse dream;
where you climbing up ahead of me,
long and dark hair waving at me,
despite I learned you already had it cut short,
so I got confused there!
but it still is a beautiful lighthouse daydream
with a little more life and sound,
it is a modern motion picture this time,
though not so modern being yet in sepia
awaiting Technicolor’s revival,
I mean, waiting for us,
for our grand moment to unite,
to finally sit down in your cathedral ground,
face-to-face, on a bench
in vivid damask, saffron and azure,
holding each other for real.
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crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond
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Apat Na Sulok
