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a guard in the camp
it’s raining

he sees her alone in training
he knocks on the door and surprises her
it’s raining

component parts, disassembled

chocolate in the mouth is like green green grass to the eyes

In an alley, they’re talking
They are angry and they have been lied to

a bird darts like a bat
like a heartbeat

he was running down a stone hallway for ages
trying to find her