the stentorian waters
wasn't an avid fan of mine
yet they spoke to me
as if they were my friend.
when i then tumbled
into your sea of desire,
we collided fondly.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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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...
