Mar 2016
I like stories that start out small.
A few words.
A breath.
A feeling.
It's enveloped in front of you
on the delicate pages,
blooming up slowly and luring you in
and before you know it,
you love.
A few words.
A breath.
A feeling.
It's enveloped in front of you
on the delicate pages,
blooming up slowly and luring you in
and before you know it,
you love.
(Earth)
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