Zywa
Struck
I know the names
and some pictures
of your friends, unfamiliarly
we would greet each other
there are no words
to share your wonder
We want to, but we can't
explain, we don't want to explain
because already while conceiving
every onset misses your essence
I have to accept
to be confused
struck
every time, and forever
you are wherever
on my mind
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