Their love was fleeting, but it was true. The love of a true and new innocence. They were drunk with the wine of the ever flowing river from ancient legends told.
But at some point, a river must run dry, and they-as all lovers eventually do-drifted apart, the gap becoming a wide, deep, and long as the Grand Canyon.
Perhaps the most tragic part of all....they still loved each other
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Midnight Ramblings
RandomJust going to write whatever is my mind at night, or day, or whenever.
