Dear Nature,
Amongst all the ecosystems that you handle, could you guide me to a solitary shade where I can relinquish my agony? I am fed up of these tumultuous memories. I am sure I'll grow insane if I follow these creaky trees, these branches that reveal the birthmark on her chin, the swirls and curls of her hair, the zigzag rings, the pinches she landed on my chin, the way she nudged me when I lost, the crackling laughter, the grunts, the clinking purse, the glittery bangles, the crimson hips, oh, the limitless torments and distress.
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