love by chance
The light traces
Whatever
memory of your steps
S i mist darkens the hill
I do not know
Sun and Moon combined
front fields of frost Blue
pinched fingers to blow
Walk as if ur tweezers
Quick and gate latches
Frostbite e st perennial
When I return
At the glass
The snow has melted
In drops of sun
Hill has returned
S oudain u n large back
Roux sheep
I stayed
With the same
Heaviness in the heart
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