01.23.23
Her red, soft lips; they utter the name
I wish was mine to begin with.
—georginariver, an excerpt from 'wine of regrets'
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoetryThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
Chapter 84:
01.23.23
Her red, soft lips; they utter the name
I wish was mine to begin with.
—georginariver, an excerpt from 'wine of regrets'
