it has always been
as always, all about a love
unrequited. So much feelings
had been wasted. All reasons to
garbage.
this time, i thought it is you.
did we not make love? did you not embrace me
tightly?
i gazed at you. I feel the inanimate in you.
i embraced a tree. I hug a waterfall.
i kissed a stone.
i have a bed of sands. i was with you in
an anthill. I was bitten a thousand times.
it hurts.
i have thrown away all my education over the window.
i have become a beggar.
for how long shall a king bend over a slave?
give away his kingdom, all for a butterfly?
i wait for a new day. it will surely come.
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