// imagination forest

imagination forest

The summer breeze knocks, and when I opened the window,
Somewhere the chirps of a bird wander inside.
I put my half-read book aside and asked with a smile,
"Where did you come from?"
With my blindfold still on at three in the afternoon.

kuroi-himitsu:

I'm alive. Don't treat me like a dead man.
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itsrukiaa:

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