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You came like seasons.
Blooming.
Warm.
Cold.
and Fleeting.
With outstretched hands,
you beckoned me to step closer.
Despite all knowledge of what lies ahead,
the pain
the love
and the fact
you could never stay.
I gladly took the leap and never looked back.
You came like seasons.
Ever-changing.
and sometimes I wish you didn't.
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PoetryWords are like water in the midst of a dessert that is our cruel world.
