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Love Fool

love is eating cold donuts at 12 midnightno plates, just two forksdarkened kitchen, just the silence of the night accompanying youalong with the soft clinks of metallove is lying inclined on a bed that should only fit one personwatching a show you randomly saw while scrollingwith the low murmurs of nihongoand the blast of air…… Continue reading Love Fool