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200 · 1d
Flower
BUN-BUN 1d
The delicate flower.
Suffocating in the snow.
No birds to fill the silence.
no song, no sounds, it’s cold.
Where did all the other flowers go?
38 · 8h
Lovers
BUN-BUN 8h
From my bedroom, I see.
Lovers.
Entangled. Sweet.
The sight
makes me sick.
0 · 8h
Racoon
BUN-BUN 8h
Hungry, hungry, eyes,
in the dead of night.
I carve myself, just a slice.
It feeds in delight.
This might be too edgy.

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