i could get lost in this valleys in slow-motion move ...the curves generating sparks, and curl into smiles.. the curling smile.. the soft pillow.. the unspoken words.. the waves .. the drops on the edge, the mirror of the soul, the remain of hurricane, it slightly open and resting..ok so here it is, so i can stay and to see it blossom again? the unsaid things flow and th+nk
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