To someone,
anyone.
Can i ask some questions?
After all things i've been through,
all faces i've been wearing,
all the mistakes i've made,
after all the blacks i've dropped in white,
Would you still
remember me?
Would you still love me,
the way i love you?
Would you write my name,
the way i've painted your soul?
Because oblivion is inevitable
but everything about you, lasts.
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