What was it like?
What is it like?
Did they hurt you?
Do we hurt you?
I see your face,
Your lips moving,
My eyes stays
Where stubbles are growing.
May I touch your mouth
With my slender fingers,
After touching mine?
As if it's a kiss,
An indirect kiss.
What was it like?
What is it like?
Will there be a "will be"?
Or are you just passing by,
In a sudden rainstorm,
A timely refuge,
When the sunshines,
You'll be on the move again.
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