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Dec 2019
It is already December,
The season will be winter,
That means it will be a cold weather,
But why does it seem you're colder?
Should I just wait until summer?
You said you love me, remember?
My heart is turning into ice as you go farther.
After the storm, it became clearer,
That you won't be with me forever.
New Year is near!
Scaevola Lisianthus
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Scaevola Lisianthus  F/Somewhere
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