I Love You More Than Yesterday
tough less ring glitter
like snow
in a rainbow glow, vow down of moist
splendid gold molted diamond
on the finger blow
say yell of cold broken dream
than to nestle off
in the window pain, perhaps the flow
is not easy it
seems but color my morning den
hey! like perishable drive in a bucket
lane, lean me your dream
for destiny's
gain, oh yeah! nothing happen even
a gift of pain came
poem by Antonio Liao
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