Fidelity was at risk.
The planting moon looks with intense
gaze. I hold on the paradox.
You won't return to be
as you were once. Life mystifies the love.
I don't seek any mercy.
How would you be like a big
charming red rose? Even if broken from
the srem the beautiful smell will never go.
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Author:
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