Love — measured carefully on both hands in remembered moments, but it is not gifts, it is not treasure, or embrace, or affection. It is a constant war, and we are foot-soldiers, running across the…
Love — measured carefully on both hands in remembered moments, but it is not gifts, it is not treasure, or embrace, or affection. It is a constant war, and we are foot-soldiers, running across the…
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