Empty as the saccharine packet
in my hollow cup.
Wholy unholy,
I could never be pure.
In just two words,
in just one day,
the course of everything could change.
And I miss you,
my bitter tangerine.
Your faded smile
reminds me of our broken lives.
Some dreams remain unforgotten, little star.
In the moonlight,
we are forgiven
for all the words
left unspoken.

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