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"I don't even know your name,
nor your identity, your truth,
still, everytime I drift off to sleep,
why is it always you?"
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Six months ago | Choe Eunjung
Near a Spring that never came to her dorm
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Sunrays tinted yellow as daisies planted kisses of warmth on the artist's paint smeared left cheek; seeping through the sleeves of her loose white shirt and embracing her bare nape softly. Tip of her wet paintbrush was dipped into an open casket of azure potion; tracing on the colorful canvas and filling it with patches of self magic. The girl was humming to herself under her breaths; however, another high pitched voice broke her out of the blissful trance.
