There was a spare time
When I first planted you
You got bigger and bigger
Without my consent
I thought I was dreaming
I lost counting, real or unreal
Sometimes I am at the stony beach of Naroma
Walking side by side
Sometimes I am at the Blacktown mall
Drinking coffee at MacDonald’s
Sometimes I am talking to you
As if you are with me
I wonder how beautiful you are, when you smile
I bought oil pastels last night
To make your portrait
Suddenly, one beautiful day
Just before the afternoon
You came to me
I was confused, ‘Is that Racheal? ’
No, you said, I am her sister Tiffany
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