Here at my desk with letters posted,
distracted view what you have in tow, and perhaps they
or towards the you have front
that inadvertently subtly away and cries.
crying rage of helplessness and love, mourns
want to hug and senitr your heat, heat
true so far longs for the summer as in winter.
And even without knowing who was on the horizon look
your figure and your shadow away from me, it became to miss.
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