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A young glimpse put the eyes over an old one, searching for the meaning of life. The eyes shrank, crushed by a natural smile. That said, the old sight died

 

Tokyo is an elegant woman who knows is beautiful, painted in black paper

 

I don’t know what it would be, an object maybe kicking and howling in my chest. Does it have a name? If called, will it answer?

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