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He Understands
Fluttering heart
Pretty eyelash
Remember the word, broken
Your admission was of the innocent
Humble body on the doorstep
Take me home
Lay me down on some velvet
A candy evening
Texture in my hand of youth
Mouth on mouth
My questions, Yours
Dreading my contemporary
Trudge home alone
One Road

so bleak, to perceive the changes