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The west wind whistle through the bamboos A sharp stars look through us A memory of you echos in the system like truth; it goes through us
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Grief of Loss
The west wind whistle through the bamboos A sharp stars look through us A memory of you echos in the system like truth; it goes through us
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
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