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In Autumn river, my thought drift and came. The people are flaky as withered leaf, their fickleness that put my past to shame. A once vibrant pears is now not so green. Name lost in time, face forgotten; the person is now foreign.
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
people are fickle
In Autumn river, my thought drift and came. The people are flaky as withered leaf, their fickleness that put my past to shame. A once vibrant pears is now not so green. Name lost in time, face forgotten; the person is now foreign.
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
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