Through the separation
Years gone by. Moths. Weeks. Days.
The creatures are still hardly swallowing the lemon's life had given
Once awhile awaken by nightmare, their chest clenching caused by the familiar pain of missing their abandoned loves.
"Sigh. I am missing you" Hippo's murmured in one the horrible nights
Miles from the Hippo's pond. A sleek figured also had the troubled of resting.
"I must get it over" . A single sigh reduced the pain in to tears, helplessly rolling on the cheek.
(Backsound : Good Enough - Evanescence)
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