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Nov 23
The leaves fall one by one
of past regrets that I atone
as the seasons go by.

This fall's witnessed many falls
and none but you have made me sprawl
into the pile of this blithe bliss.

Thy essence enchants this rusty soul,
to live a gay life, lest I turn a ghoul.
Yet my hands tremble as I stand;

waiting for you to come in.
Written by
-elixir-  21/F
     Aishu and Weeping willow
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