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Avenir Luna Jan 2018
fake plastic, burning in my dreadness
some people who whispering those cruel words,
only in the end they are suffering
regret in a fake life.

i'm being myself, a proud fake plastic
being destroyed or not, it's not my problem.
those people are only uttering meaningless things
so i keep being myself, a fake plastic.

please, keep your fake plastic
until you die.
My, college is really stressed me so much ;;
Avenir Luna Jan 2018
The sparrow bird is singing in the cold winter
Waiting for the absent lover,
As tears silently fell from their eyes.

My darling, where are you?
Even if you leave me, I will wait...

I will wait for until The God of Death pulls out my soul.
A very quick poem! And practicing my English ****.

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