Don't worry, Darling.

No more tears from my eyes will be visible to you. No more hugs or even touched will be felt on your beautiful waist.
No more sudden late night knock will be heard on your door.

Because I am not a burden to your love anymore.
I am going to build my castle that you've burned and act like you never come to my life.
No more space I keep from your shoes' dust.

Because Darling, finally I can break away from a maelstrom of your memory.

—E. N. July 5th
Maelstrom: water moving rapidly in circle with a hollow in the center

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