Caricamento in corso...

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The mist that spring brings along, with tones of citrusy delights, and even a dash of cumin, bring old memories to my heart.
I can’t persuade my instinct, so I drink from such melancholic streams.
I row along the banks of disappointment, I row with such ease, for it has been the only thing I’ve known to come from anyone I see.
It is only when I am alone when I am truly free, that I can enjoy the rushing waters, waters that are in contradiction to each stone that finds in its way. So intrepid, in its alienated way, my heart can at last be free, it can at last swim along side my sweetest dreams.

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