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Here’s a poem I wrote:

I wait for Oppa
(In the rain)
I’ve arrived, finally
(From my plane)

Oppa will sarang me
That’s why I came
So he will sarang me
Today

I came for Oppa twice
Once last night
And now by his door
I wait.

Last time I was here
A lady nearby asked why
Too shy to respond
I left early, said goodbye

But now I have come again
Oppa will sarang me
If not today, then soon

Hopefully really soon.
It’s very cold.
(From the rain)
And it’s been a while
(72 hours)