I'm always searching for you
In the fabrics of your clothes
In the narrow roads we've walked
And places we sat
I'm always searching for your comfort
In the warmth of your hugs
Sweet taste of your lips
Always searching for your familiarity
In the faces of people
On this blank date
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
I'm always searching for you
In the fabrics of your clothes
In the narrow roads we've walked
And places we sat
I'm always searching for your comfort
In the warmth of your hugs
Sweet taste of your lips
Always searching for your familiarity
In the faces of people
On this blank date
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