HER FIRST BITE
I see, it's a new day already and July has taken its first bite. I wonder what it taste like, the first bite. Does it taste like a renewing or hypocrisy At the moment it's hard to tell from the stoic look on her face. But I'm certain of one thing, she never keeps the thorns in. She always spits them out
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