Seeing the motionless face makes my heart skips a beat.
I wonder how that stagnant moment can stir the entire universe I carefully built.
Can it be similar to a magical connection between the lense and the vision - or a sour addiction that can never be cured no matter what excess attention.
My heart skips a beat with just one silly and childish peek.
Memories will never completely desert me which is quite both charming and alarming.
My heart skips a beat.
That's all I can do and all I can keep.
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