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It worries me how early spring has emerged this year for sun and warmth does not wait for souls such as mine to catch up with labored footsteps. I have no words for the royal skies or the emerald grasses peppered with tiny flowers, for what are they if not beside you? I open a window to let in the clean lavender air, and sticking my head through the frame I ratify the end of that gentle winter where I did not feel lonely. I don’t like the way my heart within me sinks as a ****** to the sheets Nor that my pillow keeps hearing your name still to be spoken many times yet, but I am told that all of this is the small price for that beautiful little while that I almost had you.
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC
I Am Told
It worries me how early spring has emerged this year for sun and warmth does not wait for souls such as mine to catch up with labored footsteps. I have no words for the royal skies or the emerald grasses peppered with tiny flowers, for what are they if not beside you? I open a window to let in the clean lavender air, and sticking my head through the frame I ratify the end of that gentle winter where I did not feel lonely. I don’t like the way my heart within me sinks as a ****** to the sheets Nor that my pillow keeps hearing your name still to be spoken many times yet, but I am told that all of this is the small price for that beautiful little while that I almost had you.
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC
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