k u r o 12:00 MIDNIGHTnote: prepare for mindfuckk u r o 12:00 MIDNIGHT1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
クロ 12:00 MIDNIGHT
Someone is waiting at the door.
And there's something missing just like before.
But what was missing anyway?
It's just like that forgetful, boring everyday.
Clarissa: Huh? Who's there???
*peeks through the glass window*
I don't know who you are.
But you don't seem like someone from afar.
I guess I'll just have to check again.
Just like all these surreal nights that began.
Clarissa: I'll be right there!
*runs into the living room*
*looks at the mysterious necklace*
The necklace is a dark shade of red.
The color of the sheets that lay on my bed.
The necklace holds some sort of memory.
But it doesn't have me in it's history!
Clarissa: What is this doing here???
Clarissa: At least I'll look 10%