seasonal poetry
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Summer leaves the way some loves do: warm on the skin, already fading before you realize it was the last time.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Summer leaves the way some loves do: warm on the skin, already fading before you realize it was the last time.
Between Bruises & Blooms 