i wanted to ask him if he could tell me something good,but then i looked up and saw thathis eyes were nearly shut. he was holding me closewith both his arms;whispered like a feather, “my love.“ this isn’t something good,it’s much more than that.
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seasons
like the change in seasons that causes leaves to turn brown the smallest of realizations initiated by a melody, a word or a feeling has the power to turn the reality i know upside down
