Going back and forth so often gives my soul
something likened to a whiplash after a deep collision.
I wish i felt something else right now other than the blistering
reality I am faced with.
Away from everything.
the rhyme
the threads
the new ceilings
the unending smiles
the warm days
the biting
and the avoiding stares full of that thing called love.
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I love hands like this. They remind me of summer.
:glomp:
beautiful shots
:)
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