the sun planted in her heart
心中的太阳
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as the refulgent warm summer sun brushed dabs of gold onto my visage and impeded my sight, a future without him could not be envisaged. with invisible wings he is departuring, i can feel it.
yellow rays plummeted onto my protuding chest just like how watercolour spills onto a paper and he hopes it will ignite my heart. maybe sunlight looks incongruous on my black heart but i don't care anymore.
sun blistered the tores of my pale skin leaving traces of blue ecchymosis but he saw tiny fresh sunflowers sprouting at the crevices of my soiled teeth, a start of a new life created by the sun.
but he was wrong, i cannot live a life without my favorite sun― him.
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still do my charcoal tears concealed the amber daylight in my vision. poignancy obscured hymns of sheer summer-fun that blanketed the neighbourhood's heart. warmness is ghosting away from every inch of my body and my heart ached in coldness.
my sun-kissed gilt skin slowly lost its carpet of grand gold, crimson clasping onto the periphery of my sleeves instead. blemish figures became our shadows and sunset came.
he climbed over the short parapet slowly, turning back to look at me for one last time. our eyes locked.
"WHENEVER THE SUN RISES OR SETS, I WILL THINK OF YOU, " i murmured to him with my breaking voice. he smiled, eyes with tears.
at 06.24, he jumped.
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the sun rised the following day as another train of tears came spilling out from the edge of her gray eyes when she woke up. it shone brightly and miraculously brought warmth and solace to her soul. she saw him as an insangelous angel at the elysian paradise above her head and she wished his life started all over again, meeting each other in serendipity, so she greeted
"hello, my little sun."
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Ocean Blue Wrists
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