Киришима
\[Your entire message, softly hummed, moving unhurriedly so as not to tear—these heart strings feel like cheap threads from a department store, disgustingly thin, infuriatingly delicate. Fatigue like some eternal stone rolls to the heart; like a mouse scurrying over my face, unbearable. Watching your illuminated silhouette trace my bleary consciousness, watching how my heartbeat matches one flower and another disappears, numbness, remaining. Flick on the light switch, casting dim silhouettes across the wall, slowly smearing across the tiles to recreate “contact.” However fragile the painting, it will eventually vanish from the page. Tomorrow will be warm and sunny]
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\[Your entire message, softly hummed, moving unhurriedly so as not to tear—these heart strings feel like cheap threads from a department store, disgustingly thin, infuriatingly delicate. Fatigue like some eternal stone rolls to the heart; like a mouse scurrying over my face, unbearable. Watching your illuminated silhouette trace my bleary consc...Читать больше