i now see a museum in me
when all you ever saw
was a space of darkness.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PuisiThe 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...
