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He softly touched her cheek the same way cold touched the first few mornings of Februaryㅡfrigid but somehow fleeting. Full of adoration yet full of uncertainties. And like the whispers of warmth on some mornings, he's almost always anticipating to leave. With those cold hands of his, he softly touched her cheek and like the fury between the cold and warm, he kissed her while whispering goodbye at the same time.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
Au Revoir, Wintertide
He softly touched her cheek the same way cold touched the first few mornings of Februaryㅡfrigid but somehow fleeting. Full of adoration yet full of uncertainties. And like the whispers of warmth on some mornings, he's almost always anticipating to leave. With those cold hands of his, he softly touched her cheek and like the fury between the cold and warm, he kissed her while whispering goodbye at the same time.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
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