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the sun starts to set down, and the darkness shines together with the birth of stars.
it's the birth of Selenophile - the feast of moonlight, laughter and drama. the day is surely young.
In that room with many people to see and meet, i unexpectedly, saw the wolf. with eyes yield the wonder.
you walk in and i knew from the start that you're the one i don't want to associate with. but there is something i can't name
and i got closer and closer.
you radiate the passion of a messed youth - reckless, trouble, danger with glint of mischievousness.
while i'm the girl with wreck soul. embodied in questions naivety and control. held back with fear and pressure.
we both can't mix - we stood different ground. you and me would be a storm brewed in glass shots.
my mind travels across the universe, trying to set aside the feelings that grow inside me.
i drank one and two, you take shots of three and four. liquors flourished both our bodies. i manage to fly with my eyes close.
how can i miss the tingling sensation when your vision crossed mine. that electricity bolted down towards my spine.
you dare to knock me off my feet. suck the air i breath. my mind may forget that one eventful night.
but your ghost would still haunt me to my slumber. my hazed memory would crave for your clouded presence.
one thing is for sure, the other would not remember, while the other will always recall. then guess what? i'm the latter.
i'm fated to be a part of your paragraphs - while you is my another letters sent to no one.
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IT'S BEEN A LOOOOOONG TIME FOLKS t^t THIS POEM IS KINDA PAINFUL. HAHHAHAHA I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT CHANCE ENCOUNTERS ALWAYS TASTE SO BITTER.
