twenty-four

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started then

exchanging of papers became daily

she'd wake up like its a duty

he'd walk up to town even he was busy

papers weren't black anymore

it was white flat

he said he used colors as emotions

she said she loved colors, each of them not as emotion

we haven't seen each other yet, i'm leaving anytime soon.

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