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A branch of apple blossoms you could have brought me a branch of apple blossoms. There are no orchards only parking lots. That's how it is. You said once that love performs miracles. Here, I brought you poems. Each one is a miracle. But the images you use are hard, are like parking lots. There are no soft words. There are no orchards. Then touch me. Please! Touch me.