After my failures unfurled
with the sound of their brazen
laughter fluttering in the breeze
I, a dry sprig of blushing red grass,
I, who could not exist, how could I cease?
with the sound of their brazen
laughter fluttering in the breeze
I, a dry sprig of blushing red grass,
I, who could not exist, how could I cease?
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