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Not Cirno day
I stop and catch your breath in a kiss
I squeeze your white fingertips
I unlace your blouse and bring my cheek close,
Bite and leave teeth marks over your heart
These games every night are my little secret
I sprinkle seeds, budding into small traps
My darkness in you impregnated
Falls softly, ever deeper and deeper..