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The winter within dies when the summer trembles.. Humble as the site of a sound.
Drawing... Under a tree holing the fruit of life.. But withold life disappears once you enter your own.
Or is it that you tend to be yourself. Half way through the drawing, a sudden realization happens...
Your all alone. The eyes of which you see with cuts off visions... cuddled water,forcing a tear. But with happiness comes with pain. A poet with no name. Dancing in the rain.. the rain is a puddle the puddle was formed by your tears. And your tears are of which a person you have dreampt...
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Your bestfriend...
In this which you give up your doing.. Enter the city... Which has created A Lazy Afternoon
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