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The wounded stick to the hands of the clock; Silent silence comes down to the cruel reality! You repeatedly wanted to return some of the lunch kept in the attic !! I kept it tied in the bushes; Accompanying the shadow, the meteors of the night run away where there is only darkness I crossed again in the noise of the memories left behind; Seeing the feelings of happiness crying silently, the autumn became restless at dusk. #Photography

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