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Every minute, hour; day in, day out -

another grain salt settles to the salt flat.

Accumulated desire should not be left out.

All I crave is us holding hands

as we gaze at the spark in our eyes.

My insight, focus, not ambitious

barely do present days motivate me,
spinning on your orbit, my only mission
my fingerprintes upon your white sandy dunes -
a blurry future, both figures scarcely foreseen.

Neither do I expect to help you,
no do I expect you to help me.
I only want us to share our lives for a while,
I only want us to share the same space and time.
Let's get together for as long as we can.