
“Will you be my origami?”
She breathed out
Blushing
Into his chest
“You mean something like, nech už viacej nie sme sami?”
Caressed his eye
Passing the test
“Morphing patterns of Carbon”

“Will you be my origami?”
She breathed out
Blushing
Into his chest
“You mean something like, nech už viacej nie sme sami?”
Caressed his eye
Passing the test
“Morphing patterns of Carbon”
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