Shadow followed by hikers
the history of the source code
all originally dna time
the unpredictability of
always ride on the wings.
Where can I get a new
fate before
hourglass sand
run-off is over.
I want my side
the man who follows
me like
shadow hikers.
Do you know what it feels like
untamed love?
Tomorrow is the day
when a new spring
winter shadows
seagulls' wings
ride to Finland.
The mind in locked closets
there is a spring comes
melancholy black
out of the shadow. Then
maybe happy I am.
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