Wave II

First, I'm afraid I don't know. Was it too hard to call a name of something? Name. Name. Perhaps I'm the only one who is still in an ignorance. Unawareness-end-ignorance. No matter how you'll be called, I'll love you this much. Just a pure curiosity. To call this love my own, I'll call you the TRANQUAVE. I believe you'll stay there forever. Someday you'll be the part of pacific blue, I deeply am acknowledged,  and I still want to be with you. Still. Steal. Heart. Hurt. Beneath a veneer of sunlight, light, light, feather, lied.

A problem from the core. It must not be a tear. Salti-less cleaning taste. A story without bubbles.

The one who has bottled my whole life.

The one, the bystander. 

That of the lake, that,

WHI

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PERS