*Plod...*

*Plod...*

*Miiin*

*Miiin*

*Miiin*

*Miiin*

*Miiin*

*Miiin*

The cicadas were noisy that day.

The swarming flies,

the smell that wouldn't wash off my hands.

She too is going to have to pay for her fun memories

and be left with scars.

*Plod* *Plod*

Pseudo-family - Fin