That evening, I tried to pretend those glances; your eyes were not actually sticking me around
Tried not to realise every single inch of your step, those light step
Beyond the air, beyond me
Leaving the silhouette, without reciting the eulogies;
Only the glances left behind,
Sticking to your trace, your eerie feeling-somehow way
We were not actually here, we were not actually exist
Why should we sing an ode to the farewell?
We looked to each other
Without saying any monosyllabic single character to spell
But here, could you believe, that I got myself along this ego, stood still put my face on these characters, puzzled my eyes?
We were stuck, or in other hand I was the one who stuck in my own
Your existence echoes inside me.
Uttering my name, in every litres of blood flowing inside my vessels.
Your existence in every one.
Popping one by one’s soul, haunting them as they thought they haunting themselves.
Until you found out People got you under their skin, and cannot get rid of.
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