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4: How?

Celeste's POV

After the introduction to Sayori's childhood best friend we started exchanging poems. I had mine all ready to show. 

MC said he had to leave due to his club still being active that day and he didn't wanna miss it. Sayori seemed so sad at what MC said. I felt really bad for her, if my friend i knew for so long and i asked them to join a club, or at least visit, and they left so early or, didn't even come to the meeting. I sighed and went to exchange poems. 

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Celeste's Poem:

Photos

 Looking at these fading photos,

I can't help but feel alone
They remind me of the past
And a simpler time at home.

As I look deeper into these faces,
I can't help but feel their pain
The pain of the ones they'd lost
And the memories they had kept in vain.

This old picture speaks of hope,
And a future once forgotten
I see the joy in their smiles,
But also hear their quiet sobbing.

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Yuri Took a look at my Poem first and smiled to herself. "Hmm" She hummed to herself. "This is very good." Yuri looked up at me and smiled. I sighed of relief that she thought it was good. She handed me her poem and I read it carefully.

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Yuri's Poem:

The Raccoon

It happened in the dead of night while I was slicing bread for a guilty snack.
My attention was caught by the scuttering of a raccoon outside my window.
That was, I believe, the first time I noticed my strange tendencies as an unordinary
human.
I gave the raccoon a piece of bread, my subconscious well aware of the consequences.
Well aware that a raccoon that is fed will always come back for more.
The enticing beauty of my cutting knife was the symptom.
The bread, my hungry curiosity.
The raccoon, an urge.

The moon increments its phase and reflects that much more light off of my cutting
knife.
The very same light that glistens in the eyes of my raccoon friend.

I slice the bread, fresh and soft. The raccoon becomes excited.or perhaps I'm merely projecting my emotions onto the newly-satisfied animal.

The raccoon has taken to following me.
You could say that we've gotten quite used to each other.
The raccoon becomes hungry more and more frequently, so my bread is always handy.
Every time I brandish my cutting knife the raccoon shows me its excitement.
A rush of blood. Classic Pavlovian conditioning. I slice the bread.

And I feed myself again.

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I look at it carefully again, it's a pretty long one, longer than my poem.."Huh.." I let out a breath at the moment of the last few sentences. "Yuri, you're pretty awesome at writing poetry.." I say with joy in my voice but the tone ended up getting sadder due to the fact she was better at this than me.

"You really think so?" Yuri said with red on her face from being shy. I nod slowly. "Thank you.." Yuri smiled sweetly hiding behind her purple hair. I sigh as we move on sharing our poems to the other club members.