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Dryad
white tree
Purest Feeling
Vagination

Farewell, my LoveI look at her eyes, Fresh hazel, Nearly green.Farewell, my Love
I follow her gaze, Lost in the sky Filled by clouds.
A raindrop falls On her face, Flowing tear.
Dripping on my hands Tight on her neck. Farewell, my Love.
Deadly Tedly
Don't Disturb
cozy