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The cherry blossoms are beautiful.
They fall,
twirling down like ribbons,
landing softly.
But you can still hear the sound.
The tree is in bloom.
Proof that time has passed.
The grass grows wild and tall,
bending in wind.
Wildflowers dotting the canvas of green
like dots of paint.
It still rains sometimes,
but the rain seems lighter.
So does the sky,
even when clouds
veil the sun.
The rain drips in melody
drip
drip
drip
and the fogged club room windows,
so clouded
you could almost think
there's a different world
behind them.
Why is everything so beautiful?
Why does it always...
hurt a little,
knowing...
It can't stay this way forever?
It's been months since then.
It's almost graduation.
Almost my third year.
Things have changed.
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It's humid.
My skin clings to my clothes.
My hair already sticking to my forehead.
The room,
like it's stuck in time.
Dust gathering in the corners.
Same old smell.
The rusty heater,
off now.
But somehow still warm.
I lie on the table,
studying the paint cracks
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wingman | Cell Phone Novel
RomanceSakai Keichi has always been the wingman, the shadow helping his best friend chase girls in an empty cycle of double dates and practiced smiles. He lets himself fade into the background. Until he meets a girl who smells of rain, and for the first t...
