What Do I See
13 August 2009
Swirling towards me. I can't seem to escape at all. We could only accept and deal with it. Furious like thunderstorm, sweet like honeycomb, repeating itself. Sigh. What an irony for love song, when it does no love at all. Only blank, black hole. Slipping away.


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