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She Gave Up The Colorful World; June 1st by Yuu Ikeda



She Gave Up The Colorful World


Emotionless breeze blows.

Bloodless skin feels it.

But frozen lips never move.

Eyes inscribe the motionless landscape.

The pale face never carves wrinkles.

She is alive, as a seamless doll.


June 1st


The first kiss of June

touches her right cheek.


She looks up at the sky.


The sun and,

an indelible silhouette.


She imagines the moon.


The first kiss of June

makes her feel

floating blood.


Today,

only today.


She sinks to warmth.



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