Breathless. No more love. Broken hearts can mend. Disappointments can pass by, Like wind dust and rise like sun crisp of morning mist. Shining on their face embracing change. The touch, the glaze, the peck of I miss your morning rain drops on my kingdom come. Let it ring like notifications that love donโt live here anymore. He has move on like freight train rides on coastal curves of my feelings. Exit wound.
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