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seasons of my heart

Poetry

Love: infinitely personal and consistently imperfect. Life: like the seasons, continues to move on; never stopping and always changing. Hope: the persistent light in the dark.

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Winter: Strange Absolutes

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by ivythesorceress

by ivythesorceress

Haunted memories
Lingering in the dark nights
Nightmares and kisses