I miss you,
As a long stove firewood
Or leaves a longing for moisture
I miss
At that decorated the way you smell in the morning
Like a breath of air in the song sparrow on the branch fascicle time
I miss
Like water splashing missed vision
Or the procession of white clouds that missed hearing
Or miss the rainbow river
I miss
Want to flirt in her fog
Wanted to hold votes
Want to immerse taste
With you
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