linger. my hair turns red again. the color fading with a sense of lavender smell. the softness reminds me of your gentleness. momentary love is the most precious. i am enjoying my romantic solitude.
A tomato couple: A couple of nothing, but share the same
thing. They look like each other, but they may taste
differently from one another. Some are sweet, some are
sour, some are bitter......I am one of the tomato, waiting
for another tomato, turning into a couple. Waiting can
sometime be wasteful, wait, waste. Time is waiting, wasting
time. Yes or no, come and go, I am just a tiny tomato,
looking for a right one to be a couple. I dun want neither
a miracle nor a hero. I only want my beloved tomato.
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