I'm feeling these
long lost feelings.
The vague imprint
of it,
still in my memory.
Withered Butterflies,
that flutter again.
The pounding of
my quiet heart,
shaking my whole
world up.
What have
you done
to me?
- - -
So this insight of new boys, one new boy. :)
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