Translate   13 years ago

Memory Crystal droplets falling on my palms, of the hands you sometimes held, with the hands I used to hold, those hands I no longer own. Yet I feel I belong. Looking up, I find your eyes, soft blue, and Orange shades, when the sun sets. And the day ends. And your voice fades, as I close my eyes, repeating itself in my mind.

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