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Such a feeling
That I have
Inside me
When                                                        
I­                                                              
Th­ink
About you.
Like the howling wind
Rushing and wailing, but-
Peaceful in its own way,
Hurtling through the
Mountains, like
An oversized
Dog when
His man
Comes
Home
...
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:-) Good vibes.
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ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ'ˢ ᵍʳᵃˢᵖ
ˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵃᶦⁿᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ
ᵀʷᵒ ᵇᵒᵈᶦᵉˢ ᵉⁿᵗʷᶦⁿᵉᵈ.
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alone,
he writes-
in the palm of their hands,
he writes-
loved by them
but not to be given love,
he writes-
dazed by the world,
he writes-
until the day his fragile feminine form may shed away,
she writes.
ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ
ᵃˢ ᵗᵒˣᶦᶜ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ
ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
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Hanahaki is a fictional disease in which flowers grow in the lungs of a person who suffers from unrequited love.
ˢᵃᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ
ᴴᵃᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ
ᴸᶦᵏᵉ ᵍᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᵇʳᵉᵃᵈ ᶜᵒᵒᵏᶦᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ,
ᴴᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵐᵉˢˢʸ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ʰᵃᶦʳ
ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᶜʳᵘᶠᶠʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍ.
ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵖᵃˢˢ ʰᶦᵐ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ
ᴼⁿ ᵐʸ ʷᵃʸ
ᵀᵒ ᵐʸ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ⁻
ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵉ'ᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ
ᵂᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵃᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵉʸᵉˢ.
ˢᵃᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ
ᴬˢᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ
ᴵ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒⁿᵉ
ᴬ ᵐᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ʸᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᶦᵐ
ᴬⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵈ ᵃ ˢᵃᵈ ᵐᵃⁿ ʳᵘⁿ.
ᶠᶦᶜᵏˡᵉ, ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳ
ᴾᵃʷˢ ᵒⁿ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ
ᴳᵃᶻᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉˢᵗˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ
ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳ?
ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳᵃᶦᵖˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵒᵒᵗˢ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᶦⁿᵍˡᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ?
ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵒᵖ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵖᵘˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵒⁿ ᶦᵗ?

ᴸᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦʳᵈ,
ᴸᵒˢᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ
ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗʳᵘᵍᵍˡᵉ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵇᶦⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᶜʰᵃᶦⁿˢ
ʸᵒᵘ ᶠˡᵃᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᶠˡʸ ᵃʷᵃʸ,
ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃᶦⁿ.

ˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ˢᵒⁿᵍ,
ᵀᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ
ᴵⁿ ᵃ ᶜʰᵒʳᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ ᶜʳᶦᵉˢ,
ᴮᵘʳʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵘᶻᶻˡᵉ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘʳ
ᵁⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗ, ˢᵗᵃʳʳʸ, ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ.

ᶠᶦᶜᵏˡᵉ, ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳ
ᴾᵃʷˢ ᵒⁿ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ
ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ.

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