soft things beg for just a touch, but i cannot be free for all save one. (or so i thought) this before i gave it away. a wilted rose, a preemie born, petals dead flower gone the child does not lift its head.
I can't even tell you how beautiful this is. It evokes sensation, emotion, that "I can't quite articulate it with words, but my heart understands" feeling.
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I am quite blown away.
I can't even tell you how beautiful this is. It evokes sensation, emotion, that "I can't quite articulate it with words, but my heart understands" feeling.
I love this, and I love you.
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it's about this last year, "and all that that implies".
i love you too!
and i am going to look for your poem's explanation too : ]
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