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All the way here, to write this much, the odours of words and the βsweat of a bouquet of heritage flitting like calendar months through the air and all of…
β‘Valentines 22/14 – haiku
Summer turns to fall leaves wither, crumble, and die heartache lingers on Fleeting illusions emotions fade, love deflates empty promises Lonely nights whisper winds of longing and sorrow love never…
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I am sitting here and crying. Not a few tears but full on bawling. Like, I am having a hard time seeing the screen as I type. I am choking,…