i took the last train ride and
took my weary heart home
—to where in the comforts
of our solitude, we can rest.
tomorrow is another day
to take the last ride home.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
ПоэзияThe 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...
