Even the stars never knew the gravity of my yearning toward your silhoutte anew, hence the pace had the galaxy turning over then beyond I could recall, slight eyes of yours were fixated against mine as time would normally fall fast to ensure my heart was tensed until the minute you had to walk from the littlest slice of my sight, and exited with chimes of meager talk, to me there was merely solemn fright about regretting limitless chances of having a mutual speck of chatter, so the lust in my soul enhances such force that to you I had to matter.
Nigel Paolo Grageda
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