empty hallways cast blurred images over the pieces of my heart left shattered by weekends and holidays spent lying in someone’s arms only a few shadows left in the dust of eyelashes, the slow blink and disappearance of dancing, of promises and foggy Sunday mornings i reach for the line when i need something -anything…
There are few things better than a morning run where the ocean is beside you, jewels of dew sit atop the leaves of evergreens, and the sunlight dances with you through the forest.
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