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Wordless ending

You smell the bouquet of moonlit roses

You've been blown by the night wind and your hair has been disturbed

Keep your head down and don't dare to speak

Like a fool

You stand under the dim streetlights

It was an intoxicating poetic painting

You are standing in the attic with a balcony

Pointing to the rag doll in his arms

There were tears in her eyes

It was a silent concern

I walked in the moonlight of the strange alley

Leave only the back for you

Pretend to be reserved

I crouched on a street corner

But tears fell like rain

You don't know this life

Our end

That's it for the cape

tonight

My poetry paintings

My concern

You okay?

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