The Long Travel
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a part of my heart is falling, while the other part is hanging. still don't want to be fool or be left broken beside the door.
my feet doesn't stop the walks, instead they shortened every steps, to realize things we can bring on talks, or argument that still holds.
we understand, that we are far from our destination, to the vacation, to the forest, seas, or even roads we know, so we stay calm.
we let each other fill the gap, the bond that may cause lethal scars, or myriad of slit bruises under the stars. that's what happen when we still hold tight on our grasp.
we will reach that soon,
someday...
just hold on.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words to Damoiseau
PoetryThese are all unread words for my Damoiseau. The explanation and feelings hidden beneath every pages and lines I compressed to make an art. It is simply a compilation of seasonal feelings for someone.
