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Someone wrote in disappear_rpg,

It might have been a good, or bad day for Ishinomori Toru, for it was on this day that another gift was placed upon his shoebox. Like the one before it, there was little attempting to disguise the placement of the offering of affection. In fact, it would have been difficult not to notice the array of color and attention that this gift demanded.

A mixed bouquet, was this day's placement atop Poor Toru's shoebox. It appeared that two types of flowers had been arranged, and placed in equal quantity in the medium-to-large bouquet. The first, a pallor of soft white, Gardenia petals burst up from the mass of cut work. The second, a deep violet, almost a stark contrast to its partner in crime, Gloxinias erupted up from the depths to give all a chance to pay them a glance. But, it was not just a gift of flowers this day, no, for like the fateful first, it was accompanied by a letter. With the same writing, the same painfully large text, and in the form of a poem.

“Am I in too deep?
You seem to colonize my sleep
Invading territories in my dreams
Creating a fortress within my realm

Reality camouflaged by your hallucination
An army of you marching in my delusion
Patrolling round and round my distraction
Guarding my mind from any foreign invasion

Firing with bullets made of roses
Launching rockets full of infatuation
Dropping missiles, blasting love
You have taken me to a place high above

Showing me heaven in a battle field
Tranquil whisper in war proves surreal
Paradise within the jungle no more concealed
Love once tangled by vines has now been revealed

Emerging from clouds of smoke grenades
I seek shelter under your company's shade
Risking awkwardness as I step further ahead
Swearing upon my rifle, as I surrender to fate

Triggering me to pour out my confessions
Those three words, aimed at your direction
Targeted towards your classified location
Detonating silence, combusting all my emotions”

Beyond the overflowing poetry, was a small, barely noticable sticky-note attached to the edge of the parchment.

'I'll give you a hint, for only you to uncover. Of my name, the first letter you could discover. In the area between I and S, no less. Do you have a guess?'