Okay, just in case. I was wonderin' what if I could know what is up there in their minds. Just lik'a mirror... As a piece of glass made of their eyes. Deep or dark or clear or shy.
& no matter how much I stare to them. No matter how much I think about them... however I admire them they're gonna be away.
But, however, weirdly, it feels wonderful to keep some kind of wish in the very front of your mind. Like a forbidden desire become a secret love. But it clearly isn't LOVE. It's... passing fixation?
It's just they are so shining, so quiet... so fucking cute!
And however they walk everyday at my side we're simply strangers...
I believe that I'd love to contact them (even if I think that I did it already) but they are just wind in da ground. (and sadly, this story would be finished)
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