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𝑤𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑! what chivalrous fingers! takasugi-san, takasugi-san!
i get so lost in depth and stop and weep at the sight of you clutching SAMISEN by the neck, as if a swan &yet
you'd still be gallant and divine and pure and arrogant—the maddening devotion, i will stab my
head ferociously if it weren't for your arrivals— keeping me sane. you're my nightly sleep, my futon. your smiles get me through the end of shifts and your guttural laugh is the healing potion specifically designed for the continuation of a certain courtesan fallen at your feet
i love you. it's no lie. we love artists cuz we mistake them for art. most of us can't seperate the two, art makes an artist, reputation costs gold coins. but when you're slipping some under sleeve and smiling with a wicked, wicked hint, i hallucinate
