Pine Needles
Unexpectedly came to be,
the substance of our composure,
musty in the ages of recent past,
shed in the places
more easily forgotten in ideal.
Without hesitation,
delivered from premonition,
expectation, and resilient morality,
housed by obscurity and uncertain outcome:
Oblivion resides here.
Oh! I wish I could stay
in the more beautiful places,
easy to forget, and always overlooked.
I wish I could hold
with more stable hand
the dregs of these gentle days!
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igashijin
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真秋：ちょっとむらむらしているんだけど。。。
美恵：マーシュー。止めて。
美恵：マーシュー。止めて。