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Picture of flower drawn on desk on window side of classroom.
It was not able to be erased simply by having favorite shape why and existed.
The number of flowers kept increasing little by little.
Like the sign.
What kind of person drew?
It mimicked, and I also drew one.
After school that it met.
He said. "This is neither a flower nor a picture. "
The eyes seemed to be quiet and to be lonely.
He was found in the dry riverbed of the evening.
Appearance that squeezes 12 color pigment and throws it away.
"How can you regain you?"
The light to come off hope and the dark.
I have been surely swallowed.
I came to like him.
When the sky, the wind, and the town are still seen, you are recalled.
It spilt from the finger, the hair, and the shoulder
and the falling mind became flower piece.
You where it seems to be shaken off tie and are stopped.
End of summer.
You have gone with feelings of me who drew on the desk.
You may go to where.
Though it did not think regret to be Ž¥Ž¥Ž¥
The arm that embraced me when separating closely was gentle.
Scribbling that exists in the ceiling in the attic crashes
to the floor and spreads out from the center.
and to my mind Ž¥Ž¥Ž¥
Your flower keeps certainly blooming in me though the heat
of summer changed into the autumn wind,
too though the mark of the flower and you have disappeared.
Please come to meet when I am recalled.
When the mind requests it.
Because an always gentle flower keeps blooming.
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