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Nov 2017
the ***** atmosphere              a clear skyline.

a pumping subconscious       a motionless intention.

a bright gray omen                 a dull red novel.

(shattered and picked up, shattered and picked up.)



looking forward snowing      scared of winter.

cramming the leaks                draining the pond.

tiredly awaken                        clear-headed asleep.

(buried and dug out, buried and dug out.)



imagining a garden                 mowing the sprouts.

chasing the stars                      scrubbed by the dusks.

lamenting the stream              exalting the clock.

(grasped and slipped away, grasped and slipped away.)
When you find out you are just a spec of dust in the entire universe.
April
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April  F/Taiwan
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