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 Jun 2020 Nathan
Ming
In this cold hard chair
Uncomfortable
While I felt my bottoms pressed on it
You raised your hand
Offering me the gift of
Conversation
Like a present
I unwrapped it
Slowly
Carefully
Keeping the packaging unviolated
Every word rings
Like a music note that knows no rest
Every rest
Feels like an extension
Of a string that connects
One from another
Your eyes
I indulge
As we exchange glances
Words fall on deaf ears
I am all eyes
For this feeling
Falls under no categorisation
Maybe this is
Unambiguously
Unaltered love
I thank you
I love you
I thank you
I love you

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