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He comes and visits me time after time.
On those moments you get tunneled.
By those little thoughts.
I recall his beautiful shining teeth.
With that gracious whitish smile.
His face exposing goodness!
Warm aesthetic of blonde boyish features.
With this rose shade reflecting on his face!
There are a lot other things that I have not liked on the way.
He was like the worst hangover sometimes.
But yet?!
Memory is tricky!
This is all. It is getting on my head these days!
This picture of him with spread up red and orange colour.
And the faded feel!
Of his unchained thoughts and play.
He had the chaotic momentum.
I got this desire to have it around.
The sparkles of it, Traces!
As it wiped away by his distance!
Unreal!
Untrue!
Hallucination?
Thrown away on an abandoned place.
Near the corner,
With a baby doll, with a round head and big black eyes.