the edges of myself

words, words, words

the truest romance born of spit and grass stains mirrored feet and an ease that exudes timelessness and whispers of the infinite.   languid days of smiles and symmetry harmonious melody grounded in familiarity– like the comfort of an old pair of jeans, softened and worn in the perfect┬áplaces– a childhood photo, fuzzy at the …

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