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[shareaulo]

Under the blossoms of cherry trees I envy the bright awash color of dilating flowers, slowly deteriorating in a constant axis. It is so easy to succumb to the placid tranquility of human monotony. Undisturbed, unturned and shielded by the wings of benevolent entities. Fed by, nurtured and cared for. The raisinets that give force to the constant

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[soup_lada]

I hate raisins too. I feel like I'm eating old people.