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i could see an unbelievable view
my heart was no more blue
in childhood i used to be so dumb
to believe fairytales are true
and so did those dreams of she and me
a face unknown yet familiar to me
holding hands,
two,
vibrant flowers abloom
above the worlds,
at the sky heaven
Ribbons of longings
Set free
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Petals of my moonflower
PuisiRed isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hat...
