soulmates
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Some connections are terrible at staying and strangely gifted at finding their way back to the same conversation.
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A quiet spark of desire grows beneath rain-soft glances, moonlit silence, and everything neither person is ready to name.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
Some connections are terrible at staying and strangely gifted at finding their way back to the same conversation.
A quiet spark of desire grows beneath rain-soft glances, moonlit silence, and everything neither person is ready to name.