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Nov 2015
Rush
I feel it, feeling it
Further onto the open road
Sods, trees,
and clouds up above
Admiring the colors of the sky

Deciduous trees are also my thing
The bomb of every group of trees
Without having it's leaves
are the bomb of it

But what I love most
The air, so good
It makes me unstoppable
Dashing towards to my hair
Making my hands slowly moving
This thing turned into ****. But I would like to post it anyways
Ronald Christian
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Ronald Christian  Philippines
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