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Categories: words and feelings
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Breakpoint disappeared everything. Once noisy Angel Street, note things only in the dream world surfaced your angel wings, amethyst dream, coffee-colored eyes are always clear as a spring; your gentle words, firm eyes, quiet back always hides too much speechless; who in the dream was deceived again and again, and who in reality again and again awake. You said you would always guard by my side, is it really as they...