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“Where the rotting flesh of his heart lies, a prison of tears slumbers over a crescent moon.”
In the distance, he can hear his name being called on dry land, but he doesn't care because this wondrous, supernatural, otherworldly being has stolen all of his attention. He could easily kneel at this very moment and kiss the smooth skin of his calves, leaving an indelible mark on the seductive curves of his thighs, calming the possessive and territorial animal in him just by witnessing his masterpiece. Dazai wouldn't hesitate for a second to offer him his life on a silver platter because he is everything the world wants to be.
He is all that the world cannot be.
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Or ephemeral things are eternal to a nostalgic mind.
(I promise I'll update soon.)
Bookmarked by Barkbakr
08 Apr 2024
