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It was Sunday afternoon, and the time was moving steadily.   My room is a solemn dusk as the skyline would summon a perfect storm. All I could hear was my blood, rapidly gushing, in a body that is a vessel of momentary waves; and I was idling, holding a ***** cup. Can I still even keep my coffee warm in my freezing hands? Forlorn by the sunlight, torn by a whimsical love. And yet, I still keep you, as I search for you on the shelves as I look for you at the other side of the door. _This room is full of calamity, isn't it?_
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Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 12:42 PM UTC
Calamity
It was Sunday afternoon, and the time was moving steadily.   My room is a solemn dusk as the skyline would summon a perfect storm. All I could hear was my blood, rapidly gushing, in a body that is a vessel of momentary waves; and I was idling, holding a ***** cup. Can I still even keep my coffee warm in my freezing hands? Forlorn by the sunlight, torn by a whimsical love. And yet, I still keep you, as I search for you on the shelves as I look for you at the other side of the door. _This room is full of calamity, isn't it?_
saintplush
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Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 12:42 PM UTC
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