A streetlight in the snow, unlighted and dark upon the ink sky.
The ice clings to the pole as if it will never thaw, and skin dares not to touch it so as not to be stuck while dry.
A boy in a cute skirt walks by, with gawks and stares, but he doesn’t mind.
He sees and hears them, but he got over those people with years’ worth of time.
And he looks beyond the crowd, into my eyes.
Then for a moment, I become paralyzed.
I can’t be seeing this right, no.
No, that’s not who I think it is, I know.
…Right?
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☆彡彡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 ミミ☆
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