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Mar 2015
This flower is crying mama...

the last chance that i take about flowers was nectar
and now:

just blooming


i want your precious faceless flower
just for fun
and may be we will get to the graveyard
of my purity

You all are shadows
and lies
so
keep me on
my
plane(t)
Rayénari Das
Written by
Rayénari Das  San Miguel de Allende
(San Miguel de Allende)   
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