There’s no way I don’t love you
From the way my bruised heart bleeds
Bricks sunk in my chest
But yearn for your ears
Love not romance, I miss
Optimism from our twenties
Plans to change the world
But never locked down
We’re here now years later
Anchored to different seas
Hope, dreams, nostalgia
I shall never be!
— Winson Shuen
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