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seasons of my heart

Poesie

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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by ivythesorceress

by ivythesorceress

                                    
                                              Spinning dials, my heart tries to find a frequency that

                          emits more than painful static in perfect stereo.