it was 4 am.
your perfume is on. everything on me,
on all the world - you
are all around, you
are all my tattered senses
and no poetry,
no song, no writing,
nothing in this world
will make it better.
next in line is our dimple king, bean of beans lee hongbin. I do not know where this will lead us to, other than most certain death. so please beware, maybe write your testament if you haven’t, and make sure to tell your friends and family you love them ;;