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She came back, glasses kissed her feet, smoke closed her eyes. Those screams… echo in her soul. She ran to her room, heartbeat racing like a horse, mind gone blank— finally, the door is locked. Is she safe now…? In a room full of dark lights, moonlight falls on that chair. That chair… The bunny is still smiling, too full of cotton, too gloomy in pink. Where did this creature come from? He sees her, but he cannot hug her. He feels her, but he cannot pat her. She hugs him, thinking one day she will feel arms around her back too. Too sad he is only— a bunny. With pages flipping, days passed. Laughs still roam happily on streets. Cries still drown silently in oceans. But what about her? Oh, finally she is sleeping heavily on clouds, too fragile to carry any more drama. And once again, in a room full of dark, moonlight falls on the chair. That chair… with the pink bunny smiling. ~BLUE HOUR
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:08 AM UTC
Pink Bunny
She came back, glasses kissed her feet, smoke closed her eyes. Those screams… echo in her soul. She ran to her room, heartbeat racing like a horse, mind gone blank— finally, the door is locked. Is she safe now…? In a room full of dark lights, moonlight falls on that chair. That chair… The bunny is still smiling, too full of cotton, too gloomy in pink. Where did this creature come from? He sees her, but he cannot hug her. He feels her, but he cannot pat her. She hugs him, thinking one day she will feel arms around her back too. Too sad he is only— a bunny. With pages flipping, days passed. Laughs still roam happily on streets. Cries still drown silently in oceans. But what about her? Oh, finally she is sleeping heavily on clouds, too fragile to carry any more drama. And once again, in a room full of dark, moonlight falls on the chair. That chair… with the pink bunny smiling. ~BLUE HOUR
hello everyone first of all thank you for the love of "the plate still wait". I am glad you like it, this is my another poem pink bunny kind of personal. A story of mine who was attached to bunny the pink bunny hope you will love it :)
Bluehour
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:08 AM UTC
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