My mother used to love me,

and then the winter came.

rotten flowers around cold air and frozen red noses- give me sentimental feelings.

I have no answer for false memory.

I have no answer for false memeory.

I have no answer for false memory.

My mother used to love me,

and then the spring came.

opening windows as if they were commitments for sweet breezes and honeymoon excitement.

I have no answer for false memory.

I have no answer for false memeory.

I have no answer for false memory.

My mother used to love me,

and then the summer came.

colorful sunsets and pinkish dreams remind me on juicy cherries and watermelons: covered in ice, against the heat.

The suncream contains little grains of sand.

I have no answer for false memory.

I have no answer for false memeory.

I have no answer for false memory.

My mother used to love me,

and then the autmn came.

I have birthday.

The candle in the jar seems so poor.

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