It was always about you.
My dear.
Are you blind?
I know who you are.
Help me to find my road again.
Precious sweet love, isn't it?
Last second. Last thought. Last breathe.
Learn me.
It s you. My dear.

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One day when you will look at the moon, you will think only about me
PoetryWho are you?
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It was always about you.
My dear.
Are you blind?
I know who you are.
Help me to find my road again.
Precious sweet love, isn't it?
Last second. Last thought. Last breathe.
Learn me.
It s you. My dear.