[All there is to find is a simple little note of paper with the flowy and neat handwriting of someone familiar.]
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to the love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body.
[Oh... Might be another part of a certain sonnet written? How mysterious.]
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delivery april 17;
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to the love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
[Oh... Might be another part of a certain sonnet written? How mysterious.]
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But for now? For now he tucks that piece of paper. In the page that contains the other half of the sonnet. ]