I can't hold back my yearning.
Like rivers, it moves quickly.
These sentiments,
It can't just be placed in and sealed up.
I wish I could write everything down in a letter to this bottle and dump it into the sea.
And perhaps, just possibly, someone could advise me to quit doing this.
Now put an end to this hope.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
