Uploaded September 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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I am afraid of the plants at night,
No, at night I fear the plants!
A lament for the messengers struck while hiding
Is every call you made to me.

The shortest path between two hearts:
Two arms reaching for each other,
Touching only at the fingertips from time to time.

The fountain of the moment of eternity—
If only this were the reason I had loved you.