Someday, I'll write to you. I'll write a love letter. A letter of delusions and lies, a letter of summer, of how we couldn't last through the rains.
We will find our tales inscribed on the dry walls of the city of poets and lost loves, the city we fail to be a part of. We have loved and we have lost, and we will sing of it one day, like all lovers do. It was a love story, obviously.
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Arcadia
詩歌Spilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||
