Thirty and Thirsty

Sitting on a couch.Feeling the soft breeze.Becoming thirty but still very thirsty.Would you believe me if i say i lived on the moon? Would you believe me if i tell you that the red stains on my hands are not blood but remains of cherries? Would you believe my if i tell i begged you last night just to forgive me?And would you believe me if i tell you that i cried too?
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a little note to my dreams: Do not leave me.
Ve sen geliyorsun...Hissediyorum.yaklaşıyorsun.