We began unaware of our fragility
in the way that young loves do,
flocked in soft pink durability
Ignorant of the brutality
itching through the seams
we began unaware of our fragility
It was out of our capability
to see the turns we would take
we began unaware of our fragility
flocked in soft pink durability
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Saudade
ŞiirHIGHEST in poetry #155 (n)- a nostalgic longing to be near again to someone or something that is distant, something that has been loved and then lost. (there was a boy once) ((i knew him)) COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED AS PART OF THE WATT...
