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Just a morning dew can wrap its arm around an...
It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...
I see you in front of the mirror
And so often I'll watch you frown...
If you hurt me, I flee away
behind the volcanos of despair...
To Misty Flower
Your birthday is...
When we're rushed for time
With the working weak ahead...
I thought not even once.
You, would be him...
In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...
I dreamed of you at nights,
I sleepwalked you in the daylights...
I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...
Kissing the moon is
impossible...
Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...