Every love story ends.
Some
with forever.
Some
with goodbye.
And some—
with one person
still carrying
the chapters
the other
forgot to keep.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Every love story ends.
Some
with forever.
Some
with goodbye.
And some—
with one person
still carrying
the chapters
the other
forgot to keep.
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