Lost Friends

rain pounds against the windows breezes blow at the leaves puddles begin to form under the weeping clouds silhouettes dance across the wall flutter in the breeze teasing me into coming closer I take a breath and you leave I met you so very long ago we played, we jumped, we danced until the sun went […]

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