Poems that still love you (to those of you who are somewhere)

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Have you ever known?
This is the same file where dreams dream about you are ever so touching
This is a time that is always too late to paint the lines of your facial lines (with hearts)
to make it a dream that I might be able to cover until morning

So late
though for a poem
A season can change
And it's all like things that are never named
So mysterious

In the middle of the night, dumb, your shadow is disturbing
I forced to write poems to take you away
Spell spell of taste repellent
Which is either a spell or sonata or whatever it's called
To you who is somewhere

To you who is somewhere

To you who is somewhere

To you who is somewhere

In the morning, wake up immediately with the dim sky
and stars the star is leaving

The universe brings kencana
Look at the sun, the reflections are so innocent in your eyes that are still glazed
There is a poem I wrote for you years ago
Feel the dewdrops
There was once an expression in a prose about your orange grass

Wait for the afternoon to come
Blistering, it forces you to undress until naked
There was once the wrath I heard when your tears echoed
fulfill the poem in the first temple when the other poetry rapes you

Be patient until dusk
Until the darkness blanks in the sky, meditating
There is a blush and silence
And the chirping of birds returns to the nest that you call your name in a poem

Wait tonight
on the moon there is a spell or sonata
or whatever the name is that will take you to sleep

From a memory you never remember quickly