(lighT daRkEn heArT)
Cold in the bitter cold.
Drowsy she walks.
Depr3ss3d
she smok3s per breathe.
8rittle fingers.
nasal knif3s by frosty air.
her l0ngest short lunar travel.
Gold laces SPARKLES black adidas
witnessed by mother m0on.
sh3 delivers a Pocky knif3.
delivery of a message to me:
She loves me.
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