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繕った
隙間に刺さる
記憶－たち
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She is safe.
The River of Past
is cleansed of
its filth.
The Present
embraced as sunlight,
carassed as breeze,
and healed as rain.
The girl sprawled
across the grass,
wearing only
her bare skin.
Her bloodied
ivory flock was
carelessly strewn upon
her heap of
diassembled armour.
Her fingers
traced the scar
that snaked from
below her navel to
her left bosom.
They touched her lips,
that lingered with
the farewell kiss
from her Fantasy.
She had closed her eyes,
but she is not
in a slumber.
Her senses were
wary of the
eyes that watched
her from the overgrowth.
A war was fought.
But there'll never be peace.
The Dark Army
will find her.
And Evil will prevail
in many other forms.
The child must grow.
But Time is running out.
