Our love was like that precious bottle of wine that was shattered before we even got to take a single sip.
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Sempiternal Thoughts
PoetryThoughts of a lost soul trying to find its way back home. Because some thoughts are too precious to be locked away and forgotten in the dark crevices of the mind. Some thoughts are sempiternal..
Spilled Wine
Our love was like that precious bottle of wine that was shattered before we even got to take a single sip.
