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A Fiction


It was a perfect day to standing alone in the rain, watching you from the window
You saw and asked me to leave
But I should be there

It was a perfect scenery to help you in the sunny day, asking me to take photograph from behind
You posed as much you like
Because one is never enough

It was such a breath moment we've made, telling you a fiction while you said it was the truth
And contemplated repeatedly any parts of nothing

I will imagine
Touching you while missing you completely
Though you are delusion