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BUN-BUN 19m
From my bedroom, I see.
Lovers.
Entangled. Sweet.
The sight
makes me sick.
BUN-BUN 22m
Hungry, hungry, eyes,
in the dead of night.
I carve myself, just a slice.
It feeds in delight.
This might be too edgy.
BUN-BUN 19h
The delicate flower.
Suffocating in the snow.
No birds to fill the silence.
no song, no sounds, it’s cold.
Where did all the other flowers go?

— The End —