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To You is A Poetry

To you, there is still something left that I left, 
to let it flow away
Something that is not a word, 
yet still can be spoken 

And then I closed my eyes and I couldn't stand that I still see you there 
And I forgot how to lie to myself that I don't miss you in any single space
And I couldn't endure it 
And I wish I knew how to stop it 

But I'm ended up on the endless way of
looking for the answer
of the unasked question that belongs to no one
And no fairy tale could make it prettier any longer

To you, is a poetry written 
To you, might be a poetry 
To you, I lose my you 
To you, it could've be true

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