some black one thing was flirting me...
still flirty to hang on...
to risk my life till sweat and breathless...
too many choice in life,
but I choose to anchoring my tight sleep on you...
feel your cold flank into my skin,
when nocturnal sign escort
my leather and your mildew become one,
your shadow shade of my pale when the sun go bright...
there's nothing can take your toughness
so many alive hang on you...
never effete to give us tranquility, satisfaction, and bravery...
some black one thing that always there for me... for us...
never ever give up to cordon you...
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