二人のキンツギ

The day it was shattered tears bled out of our eyes. You said It cannot be repaired. But I still want to try the shards are sharp. And they cut deeper than your cold shoulders. still little by little I pieced in plight. But texts and letters aren't the best adhesives. It stay broken as ever.… Continue reading 二人のキンツギ

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Missa Viventium

I was 15 when I first buried her. Along with a relative whom I barely know. While people were moaning for the deceased, I was burning in pain. Severing a part of me. So in the coven I may place a perversed concoction of feelings. 15 years of incompleteness Has passed before another funeral caught… Continue reading Missa Viventium