Dear Readers,
Watch my hands as raging waters tumble from the clean bed sheets that we sleep in, and in which we will dance like summer leaves on autumn's fall down to this cruel world. Happiness, the epitome of tomorrow, is here to stay and willow's majesty will greet my face with a kiss from thee- No more, I am tired. Won't you fly me to sleep- a
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