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Yang Abao Apr 2016
You
are going
to
disappear
again

I know it

It's what
You do
**best
Please, come back.
Yang Abao Apr 2016
I love you,
the kind of love
that I don't understand
the kind with
no explanation

I shouldn't
but I do

The kind of love
that is locked inside our phones
to be sent via messages

The kind of love
that only breathes on our What Ifs
and is dead when confronted

Are we scared?
Not destined, maybe?
Why can't I seem to stop?
You remind me of everything too much.

What if We loved,
the kind of love that makes all things possible?
Yang Abao Apr 2016
You
always
leave
...
You're
about to,
again.

I ask you this time,
**Please, stay.
Yang Abao Apr 2016
These words alone could be a poem
The most beautiful and worthy of letters
Formed into magnificent words
Combined into an electrifying phrase
Written in an ordinary manner
But felt in the most special and unforgettable way

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