We held hands tightly.
The dark entrance here
The cat walked slowly.
Blocked capillary
The shrine where the temperature exchange is stored is missing.
I hold your little hand tightly.
become deaf in both ears
The light source does not come from any exit.
I can see your face clearly.
Fine pores in fur tissue
Working late for the last time
I can't smell your smile anymore.
Hormone termination
There is no entrance to Jason Wu.
Only I am addicted to the heartache wrapped in inferiority and pride.
Author: Lib- Calm down
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