If you like unto the sea and rain, these algorithms relate the surf and rain: Waves were hugs, prompting heavy rain, and thunder is the thud of the love that kept hitting his chest, menghujamkan tears to the corners of the universe, incarnate kepakkepak seagulls that keep the oceans. The boat was me.
At the end of the cape, singing your heart pounding waves. Curl your fingers missed. At the end of the bed nets heart, bermanja menghelai sheet after sheet of hair as combing the beach. Sand is the canvas of my journey, where every trace kucetak with a poem, tracks the kauhimpun at arm waves: a hug. The beach was I, always meeting your side.
Rain. In the corner of a book of words crammed into the glowing rain. The sky seemed to write with an exclamation point flashing. Light incarnate rumble. Rain washed the bed sajakku, mengeramas each script, inundating the spirit of the letter with the clear tears. Then the left as a trickle at the end grain of a paragraph. And on the next page it was me.
I, who always carried away with you.
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