together..and evening

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could you hear that puffy clouds..outside
drops of dusts and wind mixed in silence with passionate language of feelings.

and could you feel me?
become smaller than your finger tip..

evaporate..
through your pores..
going through our room..to the clouds, the dusts, the wind

and tell me..
how many cups of coffee we have missed for years..
the stories; of mine and yours..

tell me..
is it love..



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