Reverie - Do You Like Flowers Now?

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On June twenty-first, Being late is a pleasure, Bikes going downhill. Time waits for no one, Contrary to her bad luck, A koko kara. A normal day reifies, Returning to yesterdays, By a far question. A witch mingles off, In her reasonless paintings. Catatonic times. While future corrupts, There is a late in later, As the last in lasting. In there, lies her pain, Within destruction of a “why”. Pleasure of a downhill.