That scrap of paper on your table—
something you'd written—
I wanted to steal it away.
But I couldn't find the courage,
couldn't tell you
how beautifully you cook,
how you're flawless at so many things!
I wonder,
someone like you—
how do you manage everything so well!
Our combination is so strange!
"A perfect man with a destroyed girl"—
I'm laughing, yet tears hide inside.
Sitting beside you, watching your sleeping face brings peace,
I have felt you in solitude,
you haven't—
still, don't leave just yet.
Feel me, just once,
then vanish if you want.
Muffled Confession
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