There were loads of love and hearts.
I picked you up as a old cherry to garnish my cake.. But your taste was like a bremelanotide, I got your addiction as a compulsion. -
We're living in home with full of incompleted architecture as an undone memory.
A fire that never stops and a air that never flows..
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A winter without its snow, A autum without its rainbow.
A spring without its cherry blossom, A dream without it's hope..
A sunflower without its honey, and a Moon without its unpredictable shine.
A melody without its symphony, and a dawn without it's crack.
A bee without its Butterfly.
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I got stucked between the reality and fiction and a quiet simple notification..
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A Golden mountain at 12o'clock, A Sun cracking through a early dawn at 6o'clock, A Eagle flying at the peak of cloudy horizon at 3o'clock and a extramundane blow of caffeinated dream at 9o'clock.
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A process of falling in leaves of love is dreamy as a whole new antediluvian Diamond.
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My Butterfly you always kept me flying..
As I doused into a whole new character.. My love, I'm a new generation of a Valorous Butterflyer.
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