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The heavily snowed day is the oldest day of the year The day annual rings mark, those scars you see are enhanced interrogations I had to take The smallest inner circle is my blessing to you, see it? the double-sided pattern I carved on your window timber. Be aware one evening a little breeze will enter into your room through your closed window to blow the moonlight and put out the last piece of your softest sorrow
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Blessing
The heavily snowed day is the oldest day of the year The day annual rings mark, those scars you see are enhanced interrogations I had to take The smallest inner circle is my blessing to you, see it? the double-sided pattern I carved on your window timber. Be aware one evening a little breeze will enter into your room through your closed window to blow the moonlight and put out the last piece of your softest sorrow
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
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