all the musings i wrote
on my porch wove itself
with my musings of you.
no muse would be as divine.
𑁍 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...
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all the musings i wrote
on my porch wove itself
with my musings of you.
no muse would be as divine.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
