When the mid-night is not in the middle anymore,
I am getting this flat-wide-mango seed like imotional waves that makes me wanna go somewhere else where I could keep my feet and chest warm.
Strong pumpkin cinnamon scent remains on the tip of my nose, bringing me back to nostalgia.
Yes, its the holiday which is not from my childhood memory.
good bye.
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