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In March, the sunny season. My best friend is dead.

Punk band bassist x long-haired skateboard photographer The daisies grow wildly in the summer night, but they dare not express their warm yearning for the wild wind. Dusk fell quietly into her eyes. The boy was riding a skateboard, his shirt sleeves slightly raised. It seems that there are some unexplained reasons, and some ancient love words are buried in the county during the rainy season. She broke off a daisy and looked back at the camera. Anyway, Daisy will understand, and so will you.

Some pretentious and gratuitous original poems and essays. (*^_^*)