"I think that it's too strange that we are too close, but we can't even touch our spaces at all" she said. Then I look at her in blank façade, quietly and then she continues "but I do have some memories to keep". "Of what?" I asked. "Of you" she whispered. And I think that we are too close strangers who cannot be close anymore.
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Unfinish Plot
PoetryUnfinish Plot is a collection of poems that talks about past, sadness, love, and hope. It is written base on my everyday experiences - from what I see and what I feel in a certain situation. I hope that you can relate to every piece of this poem. ...
