Tired senses falling into deep sleep give up the ghost of summer, setting off its perfume, a bouquet of precious moments glowing like red hot leaves amidst the shameless exuberance of the rich harvest colors bursting with obscene desire🍁 Only the rain and the tears flowing from the wound where love’s poisoned darts pierced the peach blossom of spring wash it clean of its immodest extravagance

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