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By Blessed23 Date: 2017 Mar 22 Comment on this Work [[2017.03.22.04.24.24761]] |
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Sometimes I miss you and your red hair, your effortless existence spread out for my mind to frustratingly understand what was underneath. I never did get to figure out whether you were you or whether you are the You that I have torn the very fabric of reality to find. Yet there you were in all your splendour. Inside your beauty, Smothered by the feebleness of beauty, I hunted grace. Come back to me, be near my tongue, be near earnestness. |