damon
show me a flower
by the window
made of
glass
against the
snow
it is white
and full
with a twig
that is
tall
damon i do
not wish
to go inside your
room and
touch that flower
i am far
far away from you damon
and you are
just an imagination
and precisely
with this distance and
my mind
i have remained
your happy
one.
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