astrojachary
May 22, 2024 10:49PM
our love blooms (like flowers in the spring)coming soooooonnnnnset in 1815"Then, tell me. What do you think about love?""I do not know what to think of it. It is indescribable. I have only experi...View all Conversations
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claim me, puppy
As cliché as it is," he sets his hand on his chest. "The heart knows what it wants. I'm a slave to...
crawl to you
And when my turn to go comes
and you're no longer here
I'll crawl back to your grave-to you;
one last time.
*...
wine stains
love ensues the same way
wine stains a white table cloth:
it makes home within the fabric
of one's soul and l...