Bright, Tokyo-shine smile, that's the one that makes cherry blossoms bloom in winter. Flickers like sun ray gems on the ocean, brings mermaids up to the shore too make sure that that smile is. That he is real. I --- fuck I'm still looking. Yet the sakura smile of his doesn't fade even when he sees me.
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Sunset
RandomI dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories.
