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Oct 2019
I'm autumn, I'm
you 're spring
you passed the summer and
you picked a yellow leaf
if winter knocks on your door
don't be scare from storm
because all snows melt
to the mouth on spring
andΒ Β later
will to the dance blue seas
on summer's lustful lips..
Sorry my comic English :)
Muzaffer
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Muzaffer  55/M/Turkey
(55/M/Turkey)   
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