Making best where love once was…

afterthought, envisioned: fortitude, forsaken. walking on top of a valley, lying beneath the cold front. afterthought, carelessly followed. in Summers breeze I need you: in trenches deep; watered melody sweeping my mind with ease. didn’t i e’er say that I felt love in a particular way?

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wayfarer*health nut*nationally certified fitness coach*writer !

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