Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Reoccurring nostalgia. Wrapped in warmth.
My love for you, resides inside.
Déjà vu drenched. Cleansed.
Coaxed open.
Rupture to bloom. A blossom.
Born from rain.
Vibrant horizons.
Set forth.
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