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Slowly, her fingers run under the seal of a yellowed envelop as if brushing against his lips as he kissed it shut. He delicately penned gentle words, but a thousand letters aren’t sufficient to prove his devotion – A thousand miles not enough to keep them apart. Once only bound by infatuation and perpetual poor timing, doomed to perish with nothing but memories of a midnight cursing the ticking second hand, memorizing each embrace. She refuses to buy into fate, but her’s is sealed like the envelop in her hands. Studying each word, running her fingers over dried ink as if brushing against his determined hand as he wrote.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
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Slowly, her fingers run under the seal of a yellowed envelop as if brushing against his lips as he kissed it shut. He delicately penned gentle words, but a thousand letters aren’t sufficient to prove his devotion – A thousand miles not enough to keep them apart. Once only bound by infatuation and perpetual poor timing, doomed to perish with nothing but memories of a midnight cursing the ticking second hand, memorizing each embrace. She refuses to buy into fate, but her’s is sealed like the envelop in her hands. Studying each word, running her fingers over dried ink as if brushing against his determined hand as he wrote.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
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