Goodbye

I keep chasing the star
I want to see the formation of the galaxy
Maybe to sight the north
But all this is less than my case

You never stop snicking into my dreams
Am sure not from my eyebrow
Or from the breathless elbow room
I guess I need to trace the traceless

I suffered from going soft
Love is synonymous to Gameloft
I absorb chord from her melanin
Her skin absorb as her teeth sparks

Though, loveless life is a ruthless one
I saw mine and my problems become toothless
We both played with no cheat
We solve all the puzzle in Gameloft

How do we befog the doom
That destiny became a puzzler
Illness was the handler
I thought bucks is a universal cop

Just a sad manner to bid adieu
The beloved was six feet lower
I miss succulent forehead kiss
No high five but low sand
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