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We should remember later on
this simple act to mutually pamper this bench which we are laying on hot temple near burning temple. From hazel tree’s stamens from White poplars the embers sift. Any beginning wants itself fecund and florid to wastage indulges in the Florist. The pollen abounds in ourselves and mounts, in front of us are growing yellow mounds. Through godson gold our souls unfold. While talking, pollen in our mouths abounds in our eyes when word’s not found. But we don’t know what kind of sorrow will stumble our spring and follow. We should remember later on this simple act to mutually pamper, this bench which we are laying on hot temple near burning temple. While dreaming we can catch unawares longings latently inside of golden cares forests which indeed could be alive, but inside of us they will never reside.
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