A song goes on without any lyric
Psychologist thinks of his clients tirelessly
“Does the world have any intuition?”
A writer tries to ask from behind words
People start aging
“Have I ever waited for a woman?”
My mind concentrates
It’s all the same
You wear no rings
My bangs are short
“Can our idea be united?”
You continue to study my pattern
The wall smiles softly

1501|2015

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