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Wind filaments hurl withered leaves; We cuddle our smiles.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
Fleetingness
Wind filaments hurl withered leaves; We cuddle our smiles.
In the autumn of our lives, we hold our hands close to our hearts in fleeting moments of decline.
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
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