• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 03
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Parachute like it stings
The dress
Wispy and visual blue
Parachute skeins cloth
I wonder it was accident
No human being as the dress
And parachute entangled amorously
Where are the wearers
As if leaving the scar of something
Pain perhaps
But blue blue like sky
And not a sign
Not a soul
Only blue
And love left all alone.