Haunted memories
Lingering in the dark nights
Nightmares and kisses
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seasons of my heart
PoesíaLove: 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.
Winter: Strange Absolutes
Haunted memories
Lingering in the dark nights
Nightmares and kisses