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a thousand birds
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Categories: youthfulness
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Looking up at the beautiful scars of youthful years, with words, watering the white lotus blooming in the black pool ...... She looked at me, innocently longing, as if she wanted to use her heart, and her eyes, to make the sky rise a little higher, so that she could breathe more air. Breathing heavily, never straightening her back. Actually that would be wrong, to make the sky rise higher, to breathe louder, to straighten her back...