dear, m.
i miss you.
more than you know.
i know you're still mad,
i hope you forgive me.
it's just not fair, you see.
you've been so happy.
when am i going to?
–aaron, who missed 'm' dearly and wants her back desperately.
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labirinthine
Poesie❝you and your nebulous lies, it's sempiternal.❞ [poetic-ish letters.] #660 in poetry
