Over the dusk my move was ripen
no more words left and can be spoken by this mouth
each incident recur again as scrap in my mind
and every scrap remember me with you
. . .
Even today our distance so far
and maybe me was forgotten in your mind
Or maybe there was some condition
that you were happy with other man
But today, I want let you to know
about the words that I never spoken to you before
I loVe You
. . .
I know it’s too late
but, never say it is not useful
or it is such a fool
coz I live with this fool
and all this crap in my soul
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