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Nov 2017
Through the rough, cracked, dry hands
of the hardworking farmer
plunging his *** into the rich soil
to provide me with
the utmost sweetest of fruits
and delicacies,

I sense shame, guilt,
and helplessness upon my being
as I spitefully reach
to consume the world of
fantasies and illusions instead.
11/26/17
winter sakuras
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winter sakuras  20/F/somewhere only we know
(20/F/somewhere only we know)   
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