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I think about that sort of domestic love from time to time. It sat in the fridge, waiting.
Orchestrating this ongoing performance, perhaps, is Yao-sensei herself.
summer daze (2)
Went down the drain along with hair strands and shampoo and dirt.
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My chest would submerge into the water, then my neck, then my head, then gone.
to everyone that I love
Get home (or wherever you’re heading) safely, everyone.
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