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Hey Hwa... tonight I thought a poetry inspired by you...

And even if I wrote it in my notebook I wanna copy it here, because it's too about you, if you get what I mean.

I hold out my hand

I wish I could touch you

Just touch

To feel

But I can't

I think of you

And I look at the clouds

And at least

I think I see you

Because you are my cloud. You are the cloud to my sky. You make things different.

Now I got to go because the plane is about to leave. But, hey, I like to think that tomorrow I'll manage to see you again. I think that coming at the hospital will be the first thing that I'll do after taking a shower (or else the nurses would kick me out).

Hongjoong

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