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Looking back into gray spring.

Looking back into gray spring.

A deep kiss. Deepest-ever

This was a prelude to a prefix.

The double-edged truth had the exoticism. The blood was

Tell me. Tonight, when your mind goes blank,

Hold your saliva. The kissing syndrome,

Sitting at a funeral; in ashes, you search-

Tension grips: when you try to open

Strange. You want to protect the house after the attack.