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Now let us talk about hard times,
which I believe are what I always put you through.
But you shake your head silently. Soft, your whispers are,
and as your words slowly climb up onto my ears, in creep your scent,
filling my lungs. 
Yet I never feel satisfied, 
for I always have the hunger of your presences. 
My eyelashes flutter in worry, for they are actually holding the tears
I have been fighting so hard not to cry out. 
But keen I be, whenever our eyes meet,
then I wonder…
what will happen when your eyes aren’t there for me to see?