That wave

Four days I knew him.

I was already swaying,

unbalanced, 

and he just pushed me one more push... 

and my balance got distorted

completely.

It's like a Faluka in the ocean... 

The waves tilt it, 

and then one wave, 

slightly greater than the others,

comes and flips it upside-down...

He is that wave.

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