To a Past Soul
Love is a pain of the past,
A feeling I can't quite describe.
You are blank,
Yet frankly, you occupy my heart—
Not for others,
But for me,
As everything is going dark.
Raise your hand,
Touch my foot, and look at the sky.
Is it black or brown?
Haha.
Open your eyes and leave the dreams,
Lift the book again and cut the covers.
Let me ask… are you single?
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