See? You can never muster the strength to fight for me.
A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted ― mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.
This is the sadness of the sea -
waves like words, all broken -
a sameness of lifting and falling mood.
My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.
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