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At the break of dawn, letters sit by your bedside narrating moon sonnets, Remnants of satsuma and rose, colour in childhood streets and you find ways to bottle nostalgia into a fragrance, and with it, blooms melancholy.
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC
Nostalgic Mornings
At the break of dawn, letters sit by your bedside narrating moon sonnets, Remnants of satsuma and rose, colour in childhood streets and you find ways to bottle nostalgia into a fragrance, and with it, blooms melancholy.
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC
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