by the outskirts of the neighborhood, we saw how everything changed. our bicycle paths changed, our usual way home lengthened, our feelings dwindled. whatever the circumstances may be, you owned a part of me i've never shown anyone else, a part of me i'd never have with anyone else.
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
