*bitter cold
months
came and left,
taking my love
with them and
leaving me
with dry,
cracked skin;
forget-me-nots
were planted
across her
moist grave to
remind me that
love doesn't
end in death.*
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
*bitter cold
months
came and left,
taking my love
with them and
leaving me
with dry,
cracked skin;
forget-me-nots
were planted
across her
moist grave to
remind me that
love doesn't
end in death.*
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