My first post. Today, remembering you again.
You whispered, “The girl with hands full of rings.” Frozen by time, you slept in my arms, Under the ripples of radiant blue light.
Now you’re gone Jay, and you haven’t found her.
For in June, with juvenile pursuits, tranquility was chased away by noon. And all awkwardness, recklessness, and giddiness; a collection for a dust web.
The bridged cards have fallen down…
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