On a swaying train. The unprotected figure of a girl flickers in front of your eyes.
The hand that reaches out unintentionally touches the girl’s body.
The feeling is raw. The girl does not resist the movement of the fingertips that I enjoy,
nor can she make a sound. The girl’s moral compass is breaking down at the sight of the girl just enduring.
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