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Gudzwi: The birch. Has lost two arms.
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Gudzwi: The opulence of being. Foliage.
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Gudzwi: Not much left. The rest on the hips.
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Gudzwi: Painted. And one last look.
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Gudzwi: Lonely as I am, together we cry. Under the bridge.
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Gudzwi: No panic. I am sweet as sugar.
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Gudzwi: Damned. The polish is off.
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Gudzwi: Play boules. With food.
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Gudzwi: Stars. Sometimes they fall straight from the sky into the deep sea.
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Gudzwi: Autumn has arrived. First of all he crouched down.
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Gudzwi: Sun river or moon river. Sometimes an illusion.
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Gudzwi: Who is already crying the eyes out? Fisherman's girl*friend.
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Gudzwi: Looks damn black. Shall we include it?
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Gudzwi: And I will sing and dance. With eyes wide shut.
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Gudzwi: Looks different. Shall we take it up?
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Gudzwi: Summer is fading. Sit down autumn.
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Gudzwi: Give me a little more. From the summer feeling.
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Gudzwi: It just ignores me. Finished with a rear view.
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Gudzwi: Delicate beauty. Just kicked out.
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Gudzwi: Just a breakfast. For left-handers.
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Gudzwi: The bridge. With tears from my garden.
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Gudzwi: Wriggle, wave and whisper. To the bet.
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Gudzwi: No joke. Discovered just in time.
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Gudzwi: They send me right over. But they are seductive themselves.
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Gudzwi: Do not bother me. All mine.
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Gudzwi: Sometimes hard. To catch the lushest green.
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Gudzwi: Pressé. Le vent nous portera.
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Gudzwi: Pink false eyelashes. For a twisted view into the sky.
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Gudzwi: One for two. And two for tea.
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Gudzwi: Interweaving. To keep your brain out of hell.