on a cold rainy night by the window
my heart aches for the taste of oblivion
to cover ourselves in a thick honey
to marinate ourselves till you could feel nothing but sweetness
when this delicious sense of relief means so much more than the value of your own life
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
