she loves him
more than she loves
the night sky.
she loves him
more than she loves
the falling snow.
she loves him
more than she loves
herself.
she loves him
but he is
oblivious.
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sweater weather
Short Story♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
