It's been such a long time
since I have seen
the bottom of the ocean
on top of me
Good as all the sweetest
old-new sceneries
Simple as a weekend
free from boundaries
free from enemies
free from memories
fearless
selfless
free from this scent
of flowers and sorrow
thinking somehow
of feelings I've borrowed
just platonic thoughts
meaningless
careless
As though
I needed
no one else.
Sweetest thing indeed...
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