Knowing what I hadn’t done before you left the lands which we both breathed deeply, hurts me endlessly now. I clearly know that I really love you with my lungs breathing your secret in surviving realities. When at last I decided to walk to your apartment on 247th street, you had already gone to other heart-land. I haven’t told you how much and how long I have been loving your raspy voice singing country on highways, while I was whistling through the warm wind at late night. I had...
The Impossible Love
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