It did born one day
Out of nothing
And nothing it was
Just a feeling
Something
That cannot be touch
Or seeing
Or measured
A space
A tiny voice
In the innerself
Butterflies
In the tummy
Giggles here and there
An utopia that no one
Cares...
I loved you
Out of nowhere...
I loved you yesterday
I loved you not...today
Tomorrow? Maybe
I don't know
And I don't care!
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