Illustration, text: shiika

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October

"Amber"

When the amber light shines into the attic,
I watch the dust floating in the air glittering and sparkling.

The moment there is stretched out,
It's as if it's breaking down into rough, grainy particles.

The guitar sound hole,
Six running strings.
Time passes through them and sways quietly.

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