You eat the words of yesteryear. Before school let out, you told me you loved her. But now she burns your eyes like sun reflected on snow. You make new promises, whispering them into golden liquid on clear nights. You make wishes on the fireworks: friendship, beginnings, love.
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Short Storyi fell in love with you like snow- soft and shining like leaves brought alive by autumn like rain, clinging to your skin like flower blossoms- severed from comfort for beauties sake i fell in love with you every day, i hope you love me to (comple...
