how easy it is to stop yourself from all the trepassing of thoughts in that disgusting puny brain of yours?
between pauses of scoops of meals,
i saw his face.
between seconds of laughters,
i saw his face.
between silence of conversations,
i saw his face.
between gaps of passerbys,
i saw his face.
between spaces of sentences,
i saw his face.
within dreams to reality,
i feel him.
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