mornings like where the bright sun touches the pale clouds
mornings like having my feet drag against the juvenile, hard rocks
mornings where I walk to get to you, against the claming breeze
I live for these
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YOU ARE READING
tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you
Poetryyou left, and tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you is what's left of me. cover by @babyblue997
mornings-forty two
mornings like where the bright sun touches the pale clouds
mornings like having my feet drag against the juvenile, hard rocks
mornings where I walk to get to you, against the claming breeze
I live for these