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Jun 2014
a flower I can not touch nor smell, or see.. or is there any flower at all?

and yet I am part of the soil sewn from which it blossoms. But when its petals bloom, I wonder if they shall be facing me or the sunset..
Axion Prelude
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Axion Prelude
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     ---, Pamela Rae, huwriting and ---
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