Eight: A hot cocoa in a hand and a blanket to cover the from a cold wind.
Nine: I look up in a sky dazzling stars and a tainted grey moon,I think of myself what changed me or the fabricated memory.
Ten: wondering souls, like a beautiful gold, shinning high ,what changed me or the you.
Eleven: heart yearned for many happiness yet only came a lonely night, drink change, blanket too I'm still there waiting for you.
Twelve: it seems foolish though it's true it's not me who changed but the person I want wasn't you. I searched again I found nothing but some sad memories and beautiful view.
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