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 Dec 2020 winter sakuras
amanda
time
 Dec 2020 winter sakuras
amanda
i lay here beneath
the wall of clocks
you created for me

the sound
of their ticking in unisonβ€”

a deafening reminder
that you once
made time for me
but you don’t
anymore
She plucked hibiscus flower
And put it on her ear,
She laugh boisterously and
Even dance with the raindrops.

But dear, have you seen the sadness tucked in her eyes?

π’‡π’π’“π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’‚π’”π’Œ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,
π’„π’π’π’„π’†π’‚π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’˜π’π’–π’π’…,
π’˜π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 π’”π’Žπ’Šπ’π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅
π’„π’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’†π’Žπ’π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”.

In the deep of night,
You'll see the brightest star
β€”her teary eyes,
Wounded by her subtle battle.

                           β€”π’”π’‘π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Ž.
spring m. is simply my pseudonym.
the world works like a machinery,
and i am a young robot
made to function despite the misery;
at the expense of death on the inside,
pieces of me were individually bought.

IA
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