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Oct 2023
Fragrance of a withering flower
Although I saw you, it wasn't you who appeared, rather your essence, that lingered in the air like a mist smeared with fragrance of a withering flower.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
121
         Weeping willow, beth fwoah dream, Carlo C Gomez and Nylee
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