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Put hands around your head! Using fingers to build up a bridge right in front the eyelids. Sprays go from the edge of the bridge , down to nowhere. You keep thinking and thinking. Remorsefully about something you have done wrong in these years. You let chances come, and go. It isn't that you never have love, it is that you never have love stay. Every decision you made: the winter, the snow. Heart breaks down into flakes. Pack the moon up, darken the sun. Dry your tears, there won't be any good again.
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