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Love can be a season you don’t control.Warmth poured too freely, patience that ferments,quiet departures no one notices… until it’s gone.Seasonal Melancholy ☕Sip it. Feel it. Remember. #Poetry #...View all Conversations
Stories by Cassandra Jane
- 19 Published Stories
Seasonal Melancholy
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This is a poem for the love that was never cruel-
just distant.
For the way time can pass gently,
without any...
Still Here - Pieces of You, Pieces...
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Still Here - the third poem in my series about love, hurt, and the moments that almost break us.
Two POVs. On...
Pieces of You, Pieces of Me.
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Two hearts.
Two truths.
He says one thing. She hears another.
And sometimes, love only exists in the spaces b...