and it was only after
many months of our
shooting-star love
i realized
how much i
craved the warmth
of the sun's sweet kisses

YOU ARE READING
Abditory
PoésieYou may only move forward once you let go of the past. I find that often, I bury my demons in my writing.
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and it was only after
many months of our
shooting-star love
i realized
how much i
craved the warmth
of the sun's sweet kisses