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Mar 2017
When I am grasping for you
It's like chasing summer all around the continents
The heat that serenades your heart
Shining upon those caverns of iced droplets
Which heavens forbids
To be walked upon
or be gazed on.
Kenēn
Written by
Kenēn  Japan
(Japan)   
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