You hold my hand
pull me to your side
Let me sit on a high stool in front of everyone
until I become shy
Don't dare to move
Can't act at will
I'm worried every step I take
For fear of stepping on the thorns of indifference...
Remember the poem I read to you?
Do you still remember the love between us?
They will eventually be submerged in the dust of history, including you and me...
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