could i hold you?
just a little while longer...?
somewhere i can still see you,
feel you.
i still mourn for you.
for what could have been.
life is but a hobby.
white light in the dark.
could i hold on a li'l while longer?
i can still smell the pine nuts,
the coffee, the oranges...
you were the first.
you were the last.
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