Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. My grandma was a hoarder. kisses that taste like september and a red hair wrapped around the gear shift in my car. The moral of the story.

We were gone with flurries in the wind. And it was quiet,. The hearts unwound by the unstoppable force of time,. And I watched as the wrinkles took over your face. Time flashed by like pages in a book. The most captivating story,. You were one in a million. Too bad that I met the other 7500 people just like you though.

Laissant une marque, ou une cicatrice. Juste une trace de leur passage. Des portes se ferment,des coeurs. Se referment au fil des blessures accumulées. On ne saura jamais si.

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