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Being Only Myself

Being together with you, being only myself is not changed.


Touching you makes me feel only my sensation.


You feel probably only yourself, even if you love me so much. 


That's not that bad, rather only it's the truth.


You feel your myself, I feel my yourself, it's natural.


Yourself is yours, it's your myself, me either.



Distance after all is made rather through mutually close to each other.
But it'd be alright. 'Cos, only it's the truth to us.


Love, its identity is what we make us for us. 


Fantasy is made by real. Real life means each in each myself in thinking you, any you and only you.


That's all.





Nov. 19th.     2023