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End of The Line

Rubbing mitts together on a cold morning Awaiting the desert sun with puffs of warm breath Longing forever without warning The imminent will come, the past will have left Rosy cheeks where you waited Laughing as I ran and barely made it Youth is as foolish as forever But that’s […]

The Set Up

It was hard to swallow The words you said “You’re not getting any younger” But how old is not old enough for this to be okay Settling down But My soul is too young Love shouldn’t be just because