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Middle of nowhere, I am still standing Layers of faded mountains, across the withering cloud-gazing Tell myself I was wrong, the light sky almost gone Blocks of buildings, relinquish all the shades North, South, East, West; tell them it was haul fate. If creeks sound as scary, it would rings no more fury Let the memories knock on your magnetic parietal door Speak of colors of vividness, occasional emptiness Cherry-blossoms feeling gone, yellow Autumn looks as fine. Every light, turn on the fight People jump over the stepping river by the mountainside Greet, kindness will never ceased. 26th September 2016 - Kyoto, Japan Amiera Sh.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
Fallen Heat
Middle of nowhere, I am still standing Layers of faded mountains, across the withering cloud-gazing Tell myself I was wrong, the light sky almost gone Blocks of buildings, relinquish all the shades North, South, East, West; tell them it was haul fate. If creeks sound as scary, it would rings no more fury Let the memories knock on your magnetic parietal door Speak of colors of vividness, occasional emptiness Cherry-blossoms feeling gone, yellow Autumn looks as fine. Every light, turn on the fight People jump over the stepping river by the mountainside Greet, kindness will never ceased. 26th September 2016 - Kyoto, Japan Amiera Sh.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
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