Ai
Today's wind blew away everything blue. It was a move worthy of a true dragon, but this time it was a python, almost like a tycoon, roaring with the mighty thunder of a storm. Darkness fell, and the golden and silver lines sang a song to relax and shout out everything wrong, too much and too bad to shout out, so that everything would disappear from the body and mind by evening and morning dew, to dance with the newly born You.
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