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A very distant self-collecting distant fragment-shape, a sort of supernova in reverse without the heat, assembles somewhere in the vicinity of his now-vacant chest. These are missing words looking for a 家庭 for the 夜, 失われた among the breezes and extinguished lights of this un-electric neighborhood. ジェイコブ is not alone, as the 失われた words spell themselves above his 心 and its beating almost stops. He is going to take a Sentimental Journey, or semimental, it is not so sure... Tear-struck, this distant colored soul-ribbon attempts to twist and wring itself out. Dryness is important in the void; get wet and it takes you days to dry properly. |
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