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Don't you ever dare to think of the weather! of my whisper.
Today - I can be Summer - I am Summer
Tomorrow I am going to be Winter
the same you're thinking.
May as my Intuition could be the same?
Perhaps -
I'm composing my melody -
the one I unknown yet
for tomorrow to whisper
- the waves -
that hits the next season I'm possessing
I told you.
© E.