"Go," she said. "He waits for you."
the two golden urn sat beside each other as the warm touch of the sunset started to dissipate. as the darkness filled the entire world and cold came, they first seek for each other's warmth. they already waited long enough for this moment to be together, time shouldn't be wasted for a man who seek his lover's touch. they are glued to each other, forever, among the shades of darkness. both heart and soul may be cracked and cannot be glued, but they will find a way to cure the fragmented parts together, for their soul is link forever.
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Words In Her Closet
Poésiei started writing when the pandemic hit. i started to have writer friends on facebook while using an rp account. i joined a writing guild, collaboration with writer friends, posted my works in fb. at first, i thought my works were so so heavenly and...
