We connected strongly over our love of travel; captured in films and preserved in memory; rose gardens, green meadows, fluorescent seas - the many aromas of a lively summer floating with the breeze.
Tag: Pain
Aflame | Poetry
Does love damage and maim this way? Am I to sacrifice my blood and breath? Knowing full well that I cannot escape, with ribbons, you wrap the gift of death.
Sweet Poison | Poetry
Sweet is your poison, deadly are your gifts - Killing me slowly and prolonging my throes.
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