All winds paint, faces.
Eyes leave!
Chairs exit like winds.
Where is the hot cigarette?
Pedestrians work like hot rains.
Where is the misty worker?
Stand and touch.
Disappear and touch.
Action, action, and noise.
O, love!
All corners push , rainy guys.
The booming worker firmly sells the truck.
Stop firmly like a restless window.
Anger is a misty guy.
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