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Amora Jul 2015
AI
worship
the
glitch
Amora Jun 2015
So this is the spine:

The cover is made of the songs you played

The blank pages carries the shadows of the time that passed by

I've sewed it with memories that stuck

You are gone; I am hurt

I've got a brand new cookbook
Amora Jun 2015
Won't you
join us? she says
The table cloth covers half of the table
Barely covers the unwillingness
There's almost room for one more

— The End —