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"The Fragrance of the Last Row"
His seat is the last arc of the classroom
Light passes through the glass and melts into gold foil at the tips of the hair
I folded a paper butterfly and wrote "I like you" on it.
But when on duty, I found it sleeping soundly
In her textbook - the footer is pressed down
A line of small characters: "Forever like"
Nowadays, every time I unscrew that bottle of "unrequited love"
Lemons and citrus fruits crumbled into fine mist
It's just like when she was flipping through books back then
The soft sound of the fingertips rubbing against the paper
Those memories that were crumpled and flattened
The folds still carry the warmth of chalk dust
It turns out that the dullest knife is a secret love
I can't even afford the right to be jealous
There was a whole fine sky in her eyes
And I even want to hide my shadow
The gap between the desk and the back of the chair
When the wind lifted the window screen, I suddenly understood
Youth is a bottle of unfinished fragrance
The top note is the light from the tips of her hair
The middle note is the sound of broken wings on a piece of paper
The backtone is all that has not been said
In the passage of time, slowly
Brewed with lemon flavor
-- Love unrequited
