Bittersour


Your stare pierces through my back
Too obvious, with admiration
And with hope, that a miracle spark will appear before us

You can only hope that I realize
Because in the swirling fear of diffidence and rejection
Your finger will not move an inch

But I am certain that nothing will come out of nothing
Because after all
I am in the same state as you

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