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Category: love letters

Your Scars

there comes more 

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My sun

Sunsets what’s in between light and night to witness its cliché of leaving us behind entrusting that we’d be fine … Continue Reading My sun

At

At fifteen I got my first kiss at seventeen I was touched below my waist at nineteen my virginity wandered … Continue Reading At

Rumi

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways – Rumi