Confettis of words

the bits and sketches in life

118 He is

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He is

the flame that burnt
until the very last;

the warmth that lingers on your skin
and the pure glow that refuses to leave.

The cadence that lulls you to sleep.

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for Jjong.

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Author: a!

I just love pouring words that have been floating inside my brain. Mostly the words are about music, concerts, books and travelling.

One thought on “118 He is

  1. He’s so handsome there … stay strong, my friend.

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