Our encounters are so transient
that the only way I can stop myself from hurting
just by the thought of your being
is to daydream
the bittersweet grief away.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
Our encounters are so transient
that the only way I can stop myself from hurting
just by the thought of your being
is to daydream
the bittersweet grief away.
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