To Love in Memento Mori
- Sept. 21, 2019, 6:06 p.m.
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Fall begins again
It was cooler when I met you.
The ghost of summer swirling through
the winter of our love.
The middle’s all in where it ends,
and where did it end?
My cheek still burns from where you kissed,
but it’s a memory’s length back to your lips
and I can’t forget you.
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if.i.fall. ⋅ September 22, 2019
This hits me hard
Deleted user ⋅ September 22, 2019
that's how you know.