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sprinkling my body with sore delight, July red poppies, offering hearts, petals rustling as your lips whisper. Scattered flowers on the way back from a stroll, each of them a shared smile as the sun reluctantly faded from the scenery. Look at me and tell me that our love will not drift away with foul waters and vanish within those oceanic mists returning to equinoctial climes. (Anna) |
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