Volumes {h.s.} (on hold)
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Última publicación mar, ene 24, 2023
I fell in love with a man who delivers romantic poems to me. My timeline has been sprinkled with hidden messages from a man destined to protect me. Unable to use his own words, he uses others to express his feelings. His love is folded pieces of weathered paper, sharing the words of Keats, Wordsworth, Byron, and Milne.
He may not speak with volume, but he speaks through Volumes.
If only I could find a way to talk back.
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