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mizznallely Feb 2011
Beneath every grass meadow,
sun dropped slowly as night.
littlest, bitterly hacked, rises.
begging and glittering,
it wanted to drink each cloud as I emptied any fearing between two psicodelic forests and left this sailor dance under high stars.
Watashi no nagai natsu. (my longest summer.)

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