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The Punishment of Impulsiveness
The changes in clouds and the twinkling of stars are both mysterious and wonderful language expressions of nature.
Quietly leaning against your arms, quietly listening to your deep cries, slowly caressing your heart with your hands. There is a hidden me, accompanied by the breeze, gently singing a song of longing in the night, letting all the warmth of longing squeeze my emotions, stubbornly searching for your shadow in my dreams.
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