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C and the letter following names you. I am sober.
I cannot re-call. The face nor the smile. I can't.
I persuade. I, father. Nights full of wines. And...
the secret dances, of the rain drops. I taste. My joy.
And rested on a mandarin limb, I ate of sweets.
Time passes, through. Like the wind, invisibly we become.
Blended, our hearts move on. Shaped by the light.
By a moon whose's illness never reveals. Dogs
die too. How I dragged him and nearly drowned...
Myself, a fighter and fire. Seas of solem silence.
Nets of filth: fishes and clam shells
Near the cherry tree and Grandma's eyes.
On the pan cooking. I deserved...
Legs of a tea-pot, lick it's lid and laugh.
2nd Floor high. He fell from view, of clouds
Avoid the stars, and the bottom of, the bottle.
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