

Before a Salad Summera relic from a crystallized meBefore a Salad Summer
a me I want to remember
bright October blue December
a salad summer after the crystal time,
the shiny times of life..
I search and search for traces of the reminder,
old and cloudy records sound like nostalgia,
before a salad summer,
a chance to be—
to have been
everything,
everything right and good and shining
that to never be again.
Oh my love was an autumn leaf, fallen down and pressed to keep, oh my love you are pressed to
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"It is normal to give away a little of one's life in order not to lose it all." - Camus
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Won't you take me to Neverland?
♥ You alone own my soul. ♥
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Won't you take me to Neverland?
♥ You alone own my soul. ♥
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Won't you take me to Neverland?
♥ You alone own my soul. ♥
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