Tagged: joy

we count down to our

dashing through the rain,

dashing through the rain,
heart captured between a wet
hand on my waist and

avenue a, under our
red umbrella, two as one
.
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slice me a sliver

the day after, all

the first day of the

the first day of the
rest of our lives starts like a
simple bouquet – matched

and mismatched, friends and family,
until death do us part
.
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between the setting

sorrow sneaks in with