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You are my season that never changes. Beautifully stagnant intervals as I ache for your warm summertime flecked smile. The latent crimson streaks of auburn in your hair tumbling all over again and again with each memory of peek a boo strands brushed from your weary face. I let a single finger fall across that […]

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March 17th, 2017 by dogl2324