The aroma from my coffee. Greeted me like the song. That flowed out from your lips. Perhaps, it was years ago. When you sang them to me,. As you craved to empty your. It used to tell of your yearnings. To see the neon lights. On towering buildings and heights. Of snows cupped on bare hands. My skin with the coldness of America. Which is different from ours.

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I am the representation of your love. A frozen world of memories inspired from. I bind your faraway hands. But parts of me slowly becomes vulnerable. Created through the changing world of reality. A masterpiece you once praised and liked. Is now dreary with solitude. Created by the changing world of reality. I am the representation of your love.