wherever she is, that's where he'll go.
she called his name before she left, but he was too focused on bringing her springtime to hear her say goodbye.
her heart was his but she was too hungry not to follow her gut and go.
he will go to the end of time for her. he will walk miles upon miles to get her back.
through everything, he will follow her anywhere.
wherever she is, that's where he'll go.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
