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『 ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ 』
SHE LAY THERE AWAKE, but Her eyes were closed. Body leaning across the smooth boulder, With a face that's composed. It's been two days since he's came, No visit nor an exchanged name.
'How pitiful he didn't fall, Fall into my trap'. A smart boy he is, She'll give him that.
Though just as the demoness Laid there saddened, The Gods and angels from above Must've wish for her to madden. For they had cast the rain pouring down like silver, It gave her a sneeze and a wretched shiver.
'I must stay, I must stay. For if he is to come, Then I won't be away'.
There she lie; there she stays, All just to wait for the angel to come talk to her Today.
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"Fushiguro, you're barely focusing. You're ruining God's splendid lilies!", Itadori exclaimed. "Don't bother, Itadori. He's been like this all Morning! He even received from Nanami-sensei a good Scolding", Kugisaki chimed in. "You two are exaggerating. I'm just tired", Fushiguro reasoned, for his heart was set on his Daily tasks, But his mind was far from his grasp.
"Sure, sure, that's what they all say! Though I do agree, there's a lot for today".
"Ugh, how dreadful, this rainy weather. I sure wouldn't wish to wet my feathers".
The dark-haired angel stopped in his tracks, Pondering and reasoning to himself.
'She can't still be there. She wouldn't wait. She's a demon, a con artist, She is a bait'.
"But what if—" "What if what?", Fushiguro questioned.
Taken aback by his own inquiry, he leaves To find his relieves.
