You're lost in the midnight laughter
And lost people like you
Don't have any address.
Yet I search for you everywhere.
I once nicknamed you 'River'.
Sometimes I sit near the sea.
Spring showers, bluebells blooming, dark pink horizon—
Everything's there except you.
Did anyone ever know
You would fade into the dark pinks
Of our singing horizon
forever?
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A/N: I guess the lovely votes and comments haven't faded, have they?
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the slow art of breathing bitter
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