Dew

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 Free radical movement. Brownian motion. 

One single core mind, infinite reaction. 

Unknown road walking alone. 

Morning fog green. 

Improper translation. 

Inconsolable empty heart. 

Broken petal, decaying dew. 

Slow Intoxication. 

Love supposed to be red, still, heart is blue.

Almost lost everything still holds only you.


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