it is the silk strand, the long and wavy hair that can reach till the bone of my neck. 'have you remember it?' playing like a cat who is obsessed running for a string. fishing like a man who doesn't have a ring.
but seems you are a grown man - and I am still stuck as a kid. how our gap didn't move unlike the feelings inside that looks like a grape with it's own sweet. making an alcoholic drink - with the taste of bitterness with a glimpse of a simple kiss.
a yellow ribbon that didn't fit, the darkest color of my skin, how as you like it as it can be, with the widest smile while your tying it. and I am struck with my own heartbeat.. as I didn't see..
'that we're making a knot - until you offer me a ring'
pluma 11:37
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