These are my words for you. You know who you are.
But do you know who you really are?
I know who you are.
Will it be late when you’ll come?
Will it be late when you will realize who you are for me?
Will you ever come?
The loving friendship bonds.
A diary reflecting the divinity of the innocence.
The shoe paves its way like the Crocs.
You have no idea where I am, where I have come.
With my Crocshoe.
My most precious gift being You, our love.
Do you still remember US?
Neither do I know where you are.
They say I’m holding on to what does not exist.
They say to love with a distance in the here and now. Or they say it may not be love in liberation.
Otherwise, it is signing for destruction, they say.
They are trying to help.
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