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Intro. Flowers are the dreamy life that child artists seek, scour their petals and leaves, trying to find an answer to what not the result, but only find their painful and sharp thorns, piercing the tip of their fingers and my blood washed. Its unconditional beauty only lives in the eyes of those who see, as hidden as a cat in rain day as a spark of light in a deep darkness. We only feel the scent of this we already know, but the true essence of the unknown can only be felt by those who want a new meaning for life.

And Yanurzii

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