Sometimes we never fall in love.
The scars are cut too deep through the leather of our hearts,
Leaving nothing soft and tender for the ones who pass us by.
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Life Will Bloom in Our Shadows
PuisiThese poems that will accompany you far beyond the end of this book are stories of human connections, bonds that slip through our fingers like silk ribbons or stretch out from us as vast and as eternal as the starlit sky. Third place in the Winter R...
