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Nov 2016
How i wish our words travel.
Till the edge of the world.
Without vanishing.
Then what will those words be?
To make promises that won't fade.
Let's say it on the count of three.
Your wish may come true to some degrees.
I no longer cannot see the eyes of this.
Since when and why?
I don't know.
Where the point rain starts and ends.
Where the rainbow begins and ends.
Place where my life fades.
I've always believe that
There's something i've been chasing.
One day we'll go.
Where all living creatures have never been.
Unprecedented, unexplored sentiments.
Double
Triple
Fourth
Fifth dimension stops me but i still see you.
I want to meet you.
Chase your name.
Imprint your image to my head
The thin red line that connects us
Will find its way to cross our path.
One day i will know who is connected to my thin red line. - Tres20
Bas Aeon
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Bas Aeon  mnl
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