Perhaps the season of water ,
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tomorrow
we forget that there are many stories in which dreams
us hand in hand between the opposite is unknown
Of whom met
vomit a red flower cherry Fall on cigarettes
breeze had only asked the spring next year
Wet places where the human
wait
fall of the Fluttering leaves no trace
to a subtle fragrance
Erase the thoughts of sentimental gift
confused hopeless hearts deep in the July