Love in November
it's rare to fall in love
when your bones are crushed by november's cold
it's rare to feel anything but sadness for once
when you are already foretold by the fate
about how things would end
and how everyone would leave you by telephone
it's rare to see your fort remained safe
from all the shadows aiming their canons
when everything is swallowed by fog and the enemy is not far away
then a protector, a savior arrived carrying the gun
and made this fleeting feeling into a love affair
but i'm learning to outgrow all emotions
giving each shadow a separate mourning month
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