The art of looking back
Incomplete are the thoughts of my head like this
Can't say but can't express like this
Dots connect to make some pattern
Am I too naive to make it exist like this
Maybe they mean something to me
Or maybe I felt like this
How did people of my life
Became dots to connect like this
With the meaning of punctuation to show things end
When did these dots connect to make a string like this
I assume it all to be falsely mistaken
Never thought I would make a pattern asymmetrical like this
I sometimes try to bring the dots close to see constellations
They stand so far for the moon's light to shimmer like this
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