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[willfilled]

whoever you are, even if you are a helpless fool,
I had already collected love
akin to a die that was about to be torn into a thousand pieces

I shouted, “this thread is my aim!”
to the cloud's（spider's） treasonous intent（thread） that I rejected, ah



—I could do nothing but to cling to it.



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