She was more in love with their future
than she was with him.
So she chained him to her wrist,
dragging him through the years
while he admired her handiwork.
Most night
they only smiled at sunsets
because it meant
another day had passed
without a hurricane.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
She was more in love with their future
than she was with him.
So she chained him to her wrist,
dragging him through the years
while he admired her handiwork.
Most night
they only smiled at sunsets
because it meant
another day had passed
without a hurricane.
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