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"even the sentence was talked about, the verdict seems to be a panorama from a solitary confinement 🤗" mysteriously strange not so eerie but an awry ...So I must write again and try,,, When the river dries up, Wait for the clouds... Will your little world pass by Will the thought of searching remain! Whether you look up to see me Or even if you look at me with a bow, it'll always coming from the left My beginning is towards the other side, Even if you turn your gaze to the right I will return like a clock! And I am eager again for your gaze in the tunnel, And the only guide is the wind with a degree.. In the morning that is cold ...then suddenly hot And when the bottom is twisting... the height is under as if it were a shell with no secrets, You look at me and reflect me openly While I keep my mouth shut and make you listen with nothing else to say! for all us,TODAY is not so lucky day I mean... YET neither we might may glisten!
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 7:57 PM UTC
February March November
"even the sentence was talked about, the verdict seems to be a panorama from a solitary confinement 🤗" mysteriously strange not so eerie but an awry ...So I must write again and try,,, When the river dries up, Wait for the clouds... Will your little world pass by Will the thought of searching remain! Whether you look up to see me Or even if you look at me with a bow, it'll always coming from the left My beginning is towards the other side, Even if you turn your gaze to the right I will return like a clock! And I am eager again for your gaze in the tunnel, And the only guide is the wind with a degree.. In the morning that is cold ...then suddenly hot And when the bottom is twisting... the height is under as if it were a shell with no secrets, You look at me and reflect me openly While I keep my mouth shut and make you listen with nothing else to say! for all us,TODAY is not so lucky day I mean... YET neither we might may glisten!
...after skipping. February came. forwarding March to November. What will happen next begins after a period of time!
MulaRito
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 7:57 PM UTC
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