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in any moment, from the balcony drifting up to the porches, carrying cottony feelings inside and assembled in spilled mildness. falling over and over, but the heart is still striving with the compassion that embraces. it proves that even in the most baffling shades, the warmest ray of hope will always reveal its existence interminably. [rest by the palms of our hands: blow the sweet thought until it flows through the beehives of familiarity, 2015.] 🛋
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