A month ago, Che was buried grandly. Che, my perfect brother. When I was still immersed in sadness and unable to extricate myself, a man with a butterfly tattoo broke into my life. I knew that he was Che's lover, but I still fell hopelessly in love with him. Every lonely night, I caress each other's skin, like someone who has been hungry for a long time. I indulged in his body and called his name, but he always called me Che. I know that I have the exact same face as Che, but he is perfect and I am naughty. Chea, my perfect brother, my beloved brother, why, I feel like I am jealous of you who has died long ago.
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