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It was the first time that I recognized October’s face clearly. With his big eyes open, not saying anything, he gently handed me a bunch of flowers. A cool breeze passed by, and I’ve inscribed your voice into my mind. Please be sunny tomorrow, I prayed. In hopes of taking a stroll along the moonlight with you in your shirt powder blue, to the place you’ve been so familiar with but I’ve never been to.
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
powder blue
It was the first time that I recognized October’s face clearly. With his big eyes open, not saying anything, he gently handed me a bunch of flowers. A cool breeze passed by, and I’ve inscribed your voice into my mind. Please be sunny tomorrow, I prayed. In hopes of taking a stroll along the moonlight with you in your shirt powder blue, to the place you’ve been so familiar with but I’ve never been to.
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
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