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im playing part in your favourite play of yesterday,

it all still feels so new to me.

like the first day after when you can’t look me in the face anymore.

can’t believe your breath fades away.

you draw your sigh somewhere else now.

im hoping i could bloom when the year turns autumn

because planting flowers in the desert always fascinates me.

but it rains here.

it keeps on raining here.

you didn’t know how to kiss compassionately.

you crush your lips for yourself.

but your selfishness makes me feel every thing all at once.

hey.

they all say.

stop wasting your time.

but i would rather waste all of myself.

it was something i long for when i haven’t been wanting anything for years.