sound, and i am present; the beautiful fade, autumn from the murmurs the sunken dream of easy slide, winter's thread reclined just bare, paint retrace you of the downing blend (slept decaying curbside). When I feel a strain, I tuck it to a lullaby; my love is dusted bare, counter frosted severed as the morning after- years and of replies to you, I
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I miss you.
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as i miss you
but those words adored are throughout;
to home,
there was a death in the family
monday
{my love to you}
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My love to you as springflowers lush in the wind;
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would it be ok if i added you?
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thank you for your comments, <3
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