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May 2018
The décor of a half-set sunset;
the blowing wind whistling
witless tunes, the river of life
well-rested like a fed fish
Or maybe dead. Lifeless
The rustling of leaves sets
against her whimpering voice
The background of the end
is the end of the day;
the end of movement,
Their lifetime
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Subin  20/F
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   savwood
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