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Cherish
Memories of the first summer kiss. Fading into a spring mist. Hearts fluttering. Sputtering to a halt. Feelings and the things that were said. Time Only to separate. But not forgotten. Laughs and tears.
Memories of the first summer kiss. Fading into a spring mist. Hearts fluttering. Sputtering to a halt. Feelings and the things that were said. Time Only to separate. But not forgotten. Laughs and tears.
The bittersweetness of
The bittersweetness of life... oh this is beautiful, Jacob. You have a way with expressing the beauty of balance... I love it.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "